Founders

'Imperial Fritillaries in a Copper Vase' by van Gogh (1887) tells a story of unrealized gains. The unrealized is not unrealistic whatsoever in this case. &, unlike the fetishization of his romanticized helplessness, Vincent would prolly be capitalizing the hell across the emergent art markets today without even a need for an intermediary agency such as a gallery. Now, neither every gallery nor agents are manipulative. Without some of the fundamental establishments that thrived thanks to private enterprises, we would not have an understanding of art—as in ars gratia artis—today.

Yet, I do not see an artist's yearning in this piece brimming with the silent inertia of a soul that's about to take off. I see an unfounding solopreneur without a pitchdeck simple enough to fit in a floppy disk