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I was going to write a lengthy piece about the irony of losing lots of allegedly important art in a fire, given that the purpose of art is surely not only in the mechanics and rational for its creation, but also that it be displayed. Not stuck in a warehouse. But I can’t. Having art which isn’t shown is like buying clothes that you never wear.
I’ll leave the concept of ‘commissioned art’ to another time. (“Please sir, can you make me some art? Here’s fifty grand.”)
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