In the process of experiencing Art one has to re-assess the value of subjective conceptualization coupled with proper aesthetic skill. On the surface, quite often, value is placed merely the inherent attractiveness and popularity of the artist rather than the art itself. But in the long run the true nature of a work of art comes forth to take the center stage. If concept is adequately expressed then subjective understanding is more easily realized through the work.
On the light sheepish surface artist's work is intermittently valued in proportion to fad and economy. True value is ever present over the entire life of a work of art from those who see through the haze of media culture and understand that value is not always synonymous with money. True value or worth is subjective and intangible, It has more in common with with spooky action seen at a distance than the value placed on a slip of legal tender. The really spooky part is that the value of money is also subjective—and also affected by fad and economy.
In some ways, as a conceptual artist, I feel lucky that my income is not dependent on the number of paintings I sell. Some people see art as a form of money rather than valuing a work for its ability to evoke emotion or stir your cognitive juices. One has to decide for themselves what value they place on a piece of art because it moved them in some "subjective" way. The small offer one particular person makes may very well be a more profound expression of perceived value and appreciation than the larger offer made by another particular person. Yes, my interpretation is entirely subjective—of course it is.
The fancy cowboy talked about adding to his collection all night to anyone willing to listen but never made a single offer. The gallery owner's assistant finally had enough Peach Vodka in her to ask the cowboy to put out his cigar or leave the the gallery. He dismissed her with a rude comment and turned his back on her. After witnessing this exchange another woman who had recently arrived at the gallery took it upon herself to insist that the man put out the cigar or get out! He tried to laugh her ultimatum off but she wasn't having it, she got in his face and forced him to back peddle with a "who do you think you are" and a " your momma must not have raised you right" among other things until he was all the way out the front door. She concluded her task with, "and stay out!" Everyone cheered and clapped in celebration of his departure.
