"art"

“art?”

scene: two men in stylish suits, standing in front of a lovely nude painting at the met.

“you can definitely have too much—you evolve to less anyhow over time.”

“how do you mean?”

“it’s like this—no matter how much you have, you keep coming back to the same handful of pieces, the same few images that speak to you, that evoke something. much of your collection will be transient, but a few pieces are going to stick. you won’t be able to get rid of them.”

“so over time, the other stuff will just seem redundant and you’ll end up ditching it all in favor of the smaller, but more meaningful collection?”

“right—redundant. you’ll get rid of everything you don’t ever look at, and be left with those few serious bits. it’s a value over time thing; how much time have you spent looking at the quality works, versus how much wasted being distracted by the rest?”

“i can totally see that.” nods.

“i mean, collecting as an investment is one thing, but if you’re seriously passionate about the art, the money doesn’t matter as much, if at all.”

“art? oh yeah—art.”

“wait—what did you think i was talking about?”

“er .. porn, actually.”

thinks. nods. “yeah, i can see that too.”

[written long ago, reposted as i couldn’t find it in the archives.]