Similar to the scenario presented in class, you see a painting done by your favorite artist. You love it, adore it, take hours to study its every form and intricacy. You know this painting better than the back of your hand. Then come to find out the work is not from your favorite artist at all, rather a forged signature by an unknown person. The painting itself has not changed at all, yet now the origin is skewed. Why is it that most become so rapidly disappointed in the work all together? In this scenario, I could not lose love for all of the things i did about that work of art. Just because it isn't authentic to your favorite artist doesn't mean it cant be beautiful. Sometimes i find the mystery behind the true artist and the intentions of the work are even more beautiful than the inspired works of a famed professional.
Am I the only one that feels this way? Comment below! :)