The Curator's Delusion
*October 14th, 1954* I have always believed that art is the only honest form of lying. As a collector, my life has been a pursuit of the "Pure Truth"—that rare piece of canvas or stone that captures the essence of human existence. I thought I was the master of my gallery, the final arbiter of value. Then I met Marcus. Marcus arrived at my door not as an artist, but as a "Visionary." He didn't...
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