I have an offer to all and sundry. Sell any painting of mine to a friend or a rich friend and take half of the sale price. You can be a salesperson for art—a veritable populist Gagosian with real human joy and desire. I am in earnest. We must take the middle man out of art. The New York gallery is a farce. The London gallery much worse. Even rents for millionaires are too high. New art cannot come out of a CV (Correctly Vetted) and million dollar Manhattan white walls. As far as I can tell, (and I’ve been reading into this market a looong time), there is not an establishment on earth taking chances with art. However, if you, dear, dear reader and upstart salesperson, have a Saturday dinner date with with a bare walls friend, then offer my work at any price you set (above the take I expect), and sell it like a pro—like they do at the grocery store, the used car lot, and all over the great Amazon Dot Com.
The painting here is a big one. I would want $500 for it. Sell it for $1200 and take home the difference (after shipping and handling is factored in). Just remember, I get what I ask for and you sell at any price you like. Just contact me on the amount I expect to let a painting go. For instance, I would want $60 for a 12 x 16" painting of a smart duck on paper. Sell it to your sister, colleague, cashier at Wegmans for $140, and you take home $60. The leftover $20 covers shipping and handling.
Think on this please. Share the idea with friends who aren’t (yet) embarrassed of me. Art must stay alive. The millionaires are killing it and will continue to do so until we sink their yachts with due rage and appropriate property violence.
It’s a side game for you, and a better career for me.
Thank you.
Now get out there and sell!
I gather, from my perusal of your extensive, exhaustively exuberant, encyclopeapedian ouvre that you've never really had a, "Blue period". I have more to say on the subject--as soon as my thinkmeat catches up to my arthritic fingers. It has to do with various beloved (and also, not real, too) persons who are not human and their long dead creator, currently burning in HELLLLLLLL for raising the prices for a visit to his various eponymoosely named entertainpauperizing theme parks...
OMG, Ron! I love this idea sooo much. Even though I have yet to be capable of selling my way out of a wet paper bag, I shall think on this and try to figure out some way I can be one of your partners in (what shouldn't be) crime!