Survival and integrity
In this minimalistic painting I use the artists sacred materials, oil and canvas. The only break from tradition is that the canvas is painted in monochromatic green and then cut and bundled, and staged as currency presented in a suitcase that could belong to any crime film cliché.

It questions where art ends and commerce begins by suggesting three realities without judgement. For the artist, it reflects the need to produce, knowing that value often lies not in meaning, but in market viability. For the dealer, it mirrors the performance of positioning, selling not just objects, but narratives, prestige, and urgency. For the buyer, it is the mirror and the mask. Is it an investment, a pretentious signal of prestige come following financial success, or a gesture of genuine faith and true love for the inherited soul intention.

The question of value becomes literal: when does art begin? When it is painted? Exhibited? Sold? The sculpture reveals the entropic transformation of meaning into commodity, reflecting the art world’s obsession with the transaction itself as theatre. This is both critique and confession so obvious it turns on itself.
Like much of the art market, it flirts with irony but thrives on spectacle.