I saw a movie some time ago about these people, Margaret and Walter Keane that made these horrible kitschy paintings sell big. I remember seeing them at the Worlds Fair in NY in 1964 and thought they were bad even as a kid. Now I saw a new movie about them is coming out.
She painted. He claimed he did the paintings and sold them, which goes to show that a good salesman can sell anything. Then she felt like a prisoner in their nice house forced to paint and he was out in the world having fun and she got tired of it and blew the whistle on him. I’d like to see some guy try to keep me prisoner! That would never happen.
Why did she let herself be his prisoner?
I wish I could defraud the art world. It looks like it would be easy. I need a smooth talking man for a partner. I’d be happy to let him take the credit for painting if I had a nice house with a pool and plenty of money.
Hell. I’d paint forgeries too. I could do it. If I ever meet my dream man, a bad guy who would help me get rich by committing fraud on the art world, you’ll never hear from me again because I won’t be able to blog about it