As one gets older, one realizes certain cold heart'ed realities about life, and about our possessions. One also learns some hard life lessons, like that fact that a lying wife, a vile and detestable attorney, and a flawed judicial system have no qualms about screwing someone over. It's life, no offense, but bad shit happens to good people. So, you pick up and move on with the last whatever years you have left on this planet the best you can, which brings me to possessions.
I need a lot less of them...you know the routine, DOWNSIZING...especially when you are someone who is 60 years old, someone who has no family, no children to leave your worldly possessions to. Sure, there are a few things that will held onto, left to a person who actually treated you like your life matters...but the rest, if one does not sell them, they will at some future date and time be tossed into the Landfill of discarded treasures.
From this perspective, I've come to realize that there are some things which I own that I am not willing to just see thrown away, and perhaps the prices offered for them are not enough when instead I could use them to make a grand statement, a act of setting myself free from the items that serve as constant reminders of wrongs visited upon me, that have me living in a basement apartment struggling too meet my day to day needs and escape a depression always knocking upon my door. A cleansing of old wounds by ridding myself of those reminders, while exacting a certain out of a system and a portion of life that did me wrong.
Enter my original Ezio Martinelli's that have been collecting dust now for quite some time, buried away in some vault waiting to be forgotten about. These works have value, perhaps great value to the right buyer. They also have a value to me on several levels...what price do I want, what price would make it worth it to me to sell them rather than burn them in a bonfire of of self cleansing as I let go of my past and move into what is left of this journey we call life. What is that magic number that sees the works saved, verse the pleasure and healing found in watching them and the memories attached to them going up in flames, their ashes floating up into the midnight sky.
That MAGIC NUMBER was surprising easy to come up with. $250,000 (two hundred and fifty thousand dollars). That is the amount I feel was stolen from me in and unjust unfair court system, the amount that would allow me to pack up my stuff and move away from an area that is no longer home to me, move away to live out my life in some semblance of respectability.
Thus this articles title...Buy Them or Burn Them...either ways is somewhat academic to me. If someone decides these works created by an almost great master of the art world are worth the saving, are worth paying me my asking price, will pack them up, make the transaction and ride off into the proverbial sunset, perhaps in a VW Micro Bus. If not, will gather them up with other things that are weighing me down, keeping me tied down to a reality that keeps me sad and depressed, travel out into the country and have a bonfire with friends, a great night of cleansing as the from a past gone wrong float up into the heavens as I sip on a glass of Merlot.
In the next few weeks when I can find the time, will take photographs of the pieces and post them here in an official For Sale FLYER. If there is no legitimate full price offer in 30 days, then I have my answer to the riddle of what to do, with the art work and if it is a bonfire, how many folks get a chance to torch art work that belongs in a museum instead of a bonfire. Either way I win, have money with which to move on with my life, or exact the perfect revenge on a past gone wrong, excising demons as the flames lick up a canvas painted decades ago...video on YouTube for the world to see...who knows, maybe I will even change my name, like a phoenix rising from the ashes.
For more information on the works, and their sale, please leave a comment, or email me at phtographybysherwood@gmail.com
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