Monday, November 22, 2010

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Night of the Museums



In one of my first forays into the Throughout the long night of the museums we had in Buenos Aires on Saturday, came up House of Culture , where I fell almost by chance and I found a play called Unreal directed by Silvia Gómez Giusto. What initially caught my attention was the pamphlet, which cited a phrase from Fabiana Barreda, summarized below an argument that was promising.

work begins and the first thing you hear is the beauty of both players, he, rising artist who has just sold his first piece at Christie's, she, her gallery and amateur painter. The drama begins when, after he dismisses the artistic qualities of her, she asks him to reconsider his opinion and he confesses that the tables have been selling well at auction recently, they have been painted by herself, having forged signature supposedly so talented artist. He despairs at the time of this unexpected revelation, but to see the sales success and has become cope with the imminent arrival of a collector interested in "their" works, turns a blind eye to the matter.


Then comes the collector's mind Lord accompanied by wife and friends, to which all fall at his feet seeking approval and your checkbook. Author of a commentary stark when no itching said that his main concern was to invest, buy and sell works to have secured his old age, now that I was thinking of retiring from his job. The sentimental value that could establish their work was quite low, in the first place was the site where the artist in the sales ranking for a glimpse of how the price would be projected in the future.


From that time began to weave a number of intrigues between the characters that litter (or described) to an art world that is far from being so spiritual as he is painted.

Do not forget to consult the charts to see if the work is repeated elsewhere. But, warn and tell them the way!


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