Everything is contemporary.
The collector searched without a clue for art she knew and didn’t know but what she knew is that art is old and art is new but most of all art is true.
Everything is art.
She didn’t know what art was so everything was art to her. “Art can be clear and art can be blur” she said and art had no choice but to concur. There is no professional or amateur for art is a feeling anyone is able to transfer.
Everyone is an artist.
She ran and flew in search of art but she didn’t know where to start. She didn’t know she was an artist but then again no artist truly knows from the start for what is not and what is art and what really sends them apart. “Art can be dumb and art can be smart” she screamed those words by heart.
Everything is connected.
Art lives forever to inspire and not to be corrected. Everything is contemporary but art is not. Art is this and art is that but art was not what she expected for art was her and she was art so it is like she self-collected…
And art was what she collected.
