Bad art fails

Bad art fails. Good art sells. Great art scales.

The gallery is global, and the pigment is pure hype.

A failed painting gathers dust, while a viral flop teaches a brutal, masterful lesson in mass desire. It’s a melody of misread signals.

Commerce is the most rigorous critique. The market’s verdict, love or abandonment, is the most honest review.

To engineer a craving is to construct a monumental sculpture. Stop asking if it’s art. Ask if it lands. Ask if it transacts.

That’s the only metric that matters.

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