And that was the price somebody paid twenty years ago; who knows what it would bring now. Barnum was like, soooo right: there's a sucker born every minute.
And there's lots of them in the art world. What a racket.
Especially when there are so many lovely things that nobody has ever heard of, and unknown artists who bloom and vanish without much attention from the world.
If I was rich as Brad Pitt, with wheelbarrows full of dough sitting all over the house, I might - but only just might, mind you - be tempted to spend that kind of cash on something enduringly lovely and mystical and thought-provoking like this:
Star Gazer by
Agnes Pelton
