Ode to Art

Why would anybody buy art from my art gallery? Out of charity reasons? Charity is not a very popular word in the current realm of crisis. Who needs art anyway? The snobs? Maybe the snobs. I think that that there is a common tendency to lose the faith in the rapidly depreciating high tech toys like plasma tv, iPhones, youPhones and other half hazarldy built toys.

Art and Art Galleries is what can provide a status symbol these days. Imagine having guests at your newly renovated most modern apartment. There is no TV. You don’t even have a stereo system. All you have is an old gramophone and a collection of records. This is double WOW. Guests are nervously swallowing their saliva in powerless envy. How brave. How original. You stand there in the spot light of fame.

The walls of your rebellious home are decorated with modern art. I do not mean those painting bought at tourists squares in Paris and other pop cities. I am talking authentic, natural art works collected by the means of internet research.

Your walls are decorated by brilliant artworks of artists from badly suffered Eastern Europe. Well, if you want a good painting you need to find an artist with a bleeding heart. I think that the true artist is the one who suffers the most. Hey. Try to find the suffering ones in North America. They would sing a poem of a cold burger or better yet, they would paint in oil the sadness of a cold burger. This is not going to make you stand out. Your home must become an art gallery. A gallery of deep revelations and the pain the must go with them. Knowledge, love and pain are all related. They are all from the same family. They are Siamese triplets.

All we see is pop art. The real art rarely surfaces the public. I have seen the paintings of the underground underdogs and I must say that Picasso is on vacation. Why do I even mention this name? Is it because I was taught that in school? I guess so.

There is no regret. The real art is not for masses. I am not an artist, I have no courage to be become one. In modern reality it is safer to be a mediocre business man than a mediocre writer or painter.
Internet once promised an easy way for the artists to become known. However these days information highway is full of billboards, ads, large corporations. Artists retreat. Commerce advances. Maybe it is the way the world works? Has it ever been different?

You collect art. The old record is playing the forgotten tune. The fireplace emanates the deep odor of burnt wood. The semi dark apartment with most original paintings highlighted in the fashionably selected lights make you proud and victorious.

‘I ran my own art gallery’ you say casually and look in the mirror. This is a very pleasant thing to say. You repeat louder: ‘I ran my own art gallery’. I like to buy art and sell art. It makes me feel important.

Let’s put all the sarcasm aside. These are the days when we start doubting the value of overpriced techno toys the return to art is not the answer but a clue. We need clues as the old world model is shattering. Art galleries will prevail. Those who buy art and sell art will too.