There's a lot of ugly art in the world.
It occurs to me that the mutual decision, by unspoken consensus, to accord this art value, sometimes excessive value, in the marketplace is a lot like the consensus to afford credibility to the belief in magical sky fairies. It's a kind of mass hypnosis, a shared psychosis, a fairy tale that everyone agrees not to question too closely.
God and Pollock. Two peas in a pod.
Becoming "a famous artist" is a lot like starting a new religion. First you have to convince someone you're serious. Next you have to develop a following. It helps if you're seen as reclusive and cultish. Last, to really hit the jackpot you need to die.
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