When we view a painting by a renowned artist, we feel a sense of connection to them - their brush touched the canvas I'm viewing. Yet, when we find out it is a forgery *gasp*, it is essentially dead to us. Why is this so? I think it is more the trick that offends us - we were tricked into believing that something we loved was set apart on a pedestal. It isn't any less beautiful (not in my eyes at least), but it has lost that spark of originality and authenticity.
When speaking on the idea of forgery and replication, I can't help but think of avant-garde artist, Andy Warhol. A majority of his paintings were created in his "Factory". The Factory was a hip New York hangout where many silkscreen copies of his paintings were mass-produced.
Are Warhol's paintings less-loved by you now that you know they are just one of the many copies made and stamped with the Warhol name?
No comments:
Post a Comment