As I’ve admitted before, I have a problem when it comes to buying art. Meaning, when I see original pieces that I think are way cool (and also happen to be for sale), something trips in my brain and the coveting process begins.
I research the artist (critical reviews, other works, media, style, galleries, shows, etc). I look at the piece multiple times. I envision how it will look on my wall (and plot if I actually have space). I ask myself “do I really need it?” multiple times. I check my funds to see if I can afford it. I ponder if it will be a good investment. I question whether it will make me happy and what my motivation truly is.
In short– I completely obsess.
And deep in the darkest recesses of my jealous heart, there is a tiny voice that whispers that I need to own the original piece so that nobody else can have it. They can have a copy, but that’s not the same and I scoff at them. Ha!
See? I have a problem.
But there is some altruistic reasoning to my obsession, too. I truly enjoy knowing that I am supporting an artist in their endeavors, and that with my help they can continue to create beauty in this dark and dreary world.
And then I get to own that beauty forever. And display it.
In my condo.
For my enjoyment.
So why am I bringing this up now? Well, there’s this artist that I follow on Facebook and I have been thinking about buying one of his pieces for quite some time. I think he is quite talented and I’d love to have him adorning my wall.
I’ve nearly rationalized myself into buying one. What with him offering a discount, and what with me applying my Discover card rewards….
I’ll keep you posted.
I think I know how this movie ends.