Ripped off by Art Lovers

True art lovers ripped off artists’ art and nothing but their art. They left artists behind with nothing but learnings allowing their reconstruction of their loss, of their ripped off art.

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Instead of reconstructing their art, however, artists might give up their art. They might be tempted in doing so as, after they found themself ripped by an art lover off. For instance, as an aspiring painter went over her personal bookkeeping, she might find her income as an artist too small regarding alternative income perspectives. Despite this finding, she yet loved her art. If I sold each of my paintings for prices ten times higher, the aspiring artist reasons, my art offered a sustainable income perspective. The aspiring artist begins to work as an agent at the call center of big, corporate firm. Later, she marries his friend, who works as an engineer, in whose company she soon became a happy mother of two children.

A smell of clean laundry fills the rooms, in which she lives, rather than the biting smell of her oil colors. Oil colors still appear on paintings in rooms, in which she lives. As mother of two children, a boy, and a girl, she still associates herself much with the befriended painters, from whom she bought these paintings.

One of these befriended painters once identified himself as an artist by means of living up how she inspired him. He had looked upon her paintings and inspired, by how she painted them, begun to paint himself. In his rooms than spread a biting smell of oil colors, just like in hers. As she did, he aspired to become an artist. Eventually, he sold his first painting. Then, he sold a second painting. Although he never sold prices at astonishing heights, he yet sold some paintings. While he found respect for the small portion of his income, which he proudly constituted by means of his existence as a painter, he mainly worked as a shift manager at a fast-food chain.

When her children visited school, this befriended artist of her yet painted and sold paintings. As her youngest daughter picked up brushes to paint herself, inspired by him, his life, and the biting smell of colors in his rooms, she no longer identified herself as a painter. Against this exemplarily illustrated sensemaking of an artist, artists ripped off by art lovers rethink the meaning of their art to themselves. In the second case, in retrospect, it must have been somewhat much less than art an art lover ripped off an artist. Rather, a con or a halfway mindless trash collector must have been trading against something with no actual meaning nor purpose on a longer term.

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The moral behind this syllogism is that true art lovers never ripped off any artists—if these were true artists. In other words, art was not ever actually traded as trash, even at almost halfway mindless prices, nor being ripped off by filthy art lovers, whose self appears to be indeed more noble than often admitted.