Awhile ago, I emailed a Los Angeles art gallery about purchasing a print.
They sent back a very nice email that said the print was $6500 and would I be interested in adding it to my collection, and clearly it is an iconic piece of artwork.
Alas, $6500 is out of scope of the art budget, but I still get emails from the gallery, and when I open them, I like to pretend that yes, I am considering adding that original Andy Warhol to my collection of framed posters at home.
I don’t understand how people can not care about art, nor find it interesting, nor want to own any, no matter what the medium. (I also, however, sobbed…sobbed…through the Cirque du Soliel “Viva Elvis” show in Las Vegas, so take my responses to art with a grain of salt.)