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To me, it looked like a child's crude attempt at a mosaic. About a dozen small square tiles of different colours. Glued to the wall in a geometric design vaguely resembling a face with two square eyes.
It stood out in the otherwise empty and dingy Paris flat. Once my home, I was moving back in, after nearly 20 years away. My tenants, three young single men, were showing me round before they left.
"What's that?" I asked, pointing at the cluster of tiles.
"That's by Invader," my tenant replied. "He's a street artist. He's like a French Banksy."
I quite liked Banksy, but the young man must have seen that I didn't appear overly impressed by his French counterpart.
"You must leave this," he said earnestly. "One day it will be worth a lot of money."
Being British, I nodded politely - but inwardly I chortled at the notion that a few tiles stuck on a bedroom wall could ever be considered a work of art.
[...] It was bigger, but otherwise similar to the one I'd unceremoniously stripped out of my flat.
Invader was a global phenomenon, famous in New York, Hong Kong, London, and of course Paris.
Then came the real blow. To my horror, I learned that one of his works had sold for more than €200,000 (£178,000; $233,000).
So, I had this guy named Claude staying in my place who painted a picture on the wall...what was his name, dear? Oh, right, Monet. But I wanted the room painted fuchsia so I told the painters to get rid of it.
(Score: 2) by bob_super on Sunday November 05 2017, @05:31AM
Almost bought a $10k painting the other day. Was walking through a gallery of ugly modern stuff, turned a corner, and just stopped there staring at a beautiful vivid painting of a garden. Loved the style and the colors.
The artist is trying to use lineage to a famous painter, I didn't like that at all. I didn't like the price, which is more than my car. I didn't like the vendor faking to be nice, because he failed to realize my watch is a lot cheaper than it looks, so he thought I actually belonged in Beverly Hills.
But the painting was beautiful, in a style I like (not modern abstract crap), and just grabbed my attention and wouldn't let go.
I need a new 10K roof more than I need a 10k painting. That painting might be worth 6 figures by the time I die, but my kids will have to do with having grown up in a dry house.