i have never regretted spending money on art. i have rarely bought art. today i went to the affordable arts fair in battersea park. it was enjoyable. i saw two pieces that i really liked and was in two minds whether to dip my hands in my pocket. but i’ve never regretted . . .
i bought one, still in its wrapping next to me. it was by vanessa smith (mine, not shown, is of the same ilk, but better, than these).
but i almost regret not buying the above, by emil amzamora. it may not be a coincidence that, amidst all the colour and pretension, both the pieces i liked displayed suicidal elements.
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i just noticed that this figure looks like me. obviously, i suppose.
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fuck. i wish i’d bought it. might go back. ha etc.
