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The Art of the Damned

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  The Art of the Damned The current gallery system functions as a modern dam built right at the headwaters of artistic creation. The headwaters are the raw, bubbling springs high in the mountains—wild, uncontainable, fed by countless small tributaries of individual vision, experimentation, failure, intuition, and obsession. This is where most serious art actually begins: in studios, bedrooms, sketchbooks, late-night arguments, personal crises, and private obsessions, long before any curator or collector ever hears a name. Once a handful of major galleries, institutions, auction houses, and their allied gatekeepers (collectors, critics, fair directors, residency programs) gain decisive influence over those headwaters—deciding which artists get early solo shows, which receive press, which enter the "right" conversations, which are anointed with blue-chip representation—they effectively place the dam. From that point forward: The flow of visibility, legitimacy, money, and audien...
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Queen's Birthday - King and Queen quotes to ponder

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Let us not take ourselves too seriously. None of us has a monopoly on wisdom.
Queen Elizabeth II


 A throne is only a bench covered with velvet. 
Napoleon Bonaparte


Brass shines as fair to the ignorant as gold to the goldsmiths. 
Elizabeth I



All the time I feel I must justify my existence. 
Prince Of Wales Charles


Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause. 
John Dryden



They say that kings are made in the image of God. If that is what he looks like, I feel sorry for God.
Frederick the Great



The foremost art of kings is the ability to endure hatred. 
Seneca (Seneca the Elder)


The past cannot be cured. 
Elizabeth I


Good memories are our second chance at happiness.
Queen Elizabeth II


Kings are not born: they are made by artificial hallucination. 
George Bernard Shaw


If your job is to leaven ordinary lives with elevating spectacle, be elevating or be gone. 
George Will


When life seems hard, the courageous do not lie down and accept defeat; instead, they are all the more determined to struggle for a better future.
Queen Elizabeth II





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