Madame Pickwick

I recently caught wind of Paintings, painted and recently sold by someone of who you wouldn’t necessarily expect as much. None other than Sylvester Stallone the man made of muscles and testosterone. He has recently unveiled his collection of paintings, from his part-time painting hobby spanning 30 years. At the Art Basel Miami Beach Fair, his Vernissage attracted many fans. exhibiting his many abstract paintings priced between 40,000$ and 50,000$ ( with two of them selling immediately.)

The same man who marked our childhoods with his appearances in Rocky and Rambo. Now sells supposed works of art to make an even larger profit to add to his bottomless pit of money and fame. It just goes to show how little art means now. Art isn’t anything anymore. If someone like Sylvester Stallone, who is know mostly for his muscles, can make 50,000$ for one of his paintings. The artistic world has gone down the drain. It just makes for one word less in the dictionary in my opinion. But it’s frustrating that what was once a precise work, that took an education and lots of dedication, now even Rambo can make a Picasso.