Sitting in a local health food restaurant I noticed some art work hanging on the wall behind my mate, who turned around to look at it.
“How much is it?” I asked.
He twisted his head around to answer me and read off the price, which was $270.
“Wow that’s high for a photograph,” I answered in between bites of my delectable sandwich.
He tells me that price is for the original, but an unframed print is only $100.
I tell him with the digital age upon us, everyone and anyone is a photographer, and there aren’t any negatives, which makes them all prints.
He agrees with me, and remarked that perhaps if it were signed it would be worth it.
“Well maybe it’s under the matting. Look over there,” I pointed.
“What are you looking at?”
“There, above those two men eating at the table across from us.”
“Yeah so. Exactly what do you see?”
I pointed once again to a white frame and told him that picture is only $6.00 framed.
Reading back to me he said, “No it is $6.99 for an 8 piece chicken dinner.
funny! so many times, art is simply what one says is art. Subjective and entirely magical in that from nothing comes something. Or simply an 8 piece chicken dinner.