“You know what they say, Keller. You stick to your stamps and your stamps will stick to you.”
If you wanted to hang something on the wall, you couldn’t beat a poster. Ten or twenty bucks plus framing and you had a real piece of art in your living room. On the other hand, how many posters could you hang before you ran out of wall space? No, if you were going to collect art in a small apartment, stamps were the way to go. One album, a few inches of shelf space, and you could put together a tiny Louvre all your own.
Do you know what happens when an artist dies? ” “They give him an enema,” she said, “and bury him in a matchbox.” “His price goes up. They know he’s not going to flood the market with new pictures, and that he doesn’t have his best work ahead of him. So there’s a scramble for what he managed to complete before his death.” “So every artist is worth more dead than alive?”