Why Do We Only Value Artists Once They’re Dead?
It is hard not to see that the conditions in which an entity like ‘Immersive Van Gogh’ thrives are the same as those that devalue and exploit the labor of living artists.
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Van Gogh suffered, died, and was born again on the VIP souvenir cushion.
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Why is there a toy ear under a glass case on the café counter?
What is doing for the arts community here and now?
Who is the intended customer for the $950 necklace that features a jeweled pendant of Van Gogh’s face?
Why do living artists subsist on part-time gigs while dead ones become immersive money-printing machines for corporate enterprise?
What is she going to wear with the Van Gogh–face necklace?
Who invented the concept of the VIP cushion?
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Abbey Fenbert is a writer and theater artist in Los Angeles. Her work has appeared online at The Toast, The Offing, McSweeney's, HowlRound and American Theatre.
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