Monday, 30 August 2010
The Italian Woman
The above picture is The Absinthe Drinkers an oil painting by Degas. In 1998 I decided to become a painter. This new hobby, or was it therapy, didn't last very long. But in any case I painted a fair copy of the above picture on paper using a mixture of egg tempera and water colour, and signed it with my own name. I displayed it in my local pub. After 2 or 3 of weeks one of the regulars came to me and said he liked it. He offered me a few pounds for it. That, more or less, is and was my career in art.
Vincent van Gogh is, and always has been, by favourite painter. There are many reasons for this, not least being the fact that I have great respect for the man as a person.
There's a Vincent van Gogh painting of The Italian Woman hanging in the Musee D'Orsay in Paris. It was painted in 1887. It is done in oil on canvas. It is obviously worth millions.
The painting of The Italian Woman hanging on my wall was painted by me in 1998. It is the same size as van Gogh's original. I used egg tempera (poster paints) on paper and signed it with black ink. It is obviously completely worthless.
And yet at a distance, unless you'd seen the original, you'd probably struggle to see any difference between the two paintings. Clue: Mine's the one now rapidly fading!
Today, there are hundreds, if not thousands, of artists painting away in large well-illuminated 'art factories' in China. They are extremely talented and can make you a cheap copy of any painting you want so long as they have a photograph to copy from.
So what makes a painting valuable? That's one of the questions that blogger Jim Murdoch at The Truth About Lies (see my LINKS>>>) will be addressing in a forthcoming post. If Jim's other posts are anything to go by the subject will be researched meticulously and discussed in great depth. I'm looking forward to reading it.