I came upon this awesome pixel animation that tells the story of Van Gogh and other brilliant artists who starve when living, but have their stuff sold for millions after their deaths. I found this amusing because it's quite ironic and true. I wonder what others think about this.
Not only do I sympathize with these artists, but I'm also sad by the fact that
I am one of those artists. Don't get me wrong, though, because I'm quite confident that my art isn't even worth $50 tossed at me, though I strive to be better in execution once I master conceptual consonance. But even then art seems to lack value to most people unless it's a
Kitsch.
Oh, and I'm in love with this one!
