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The Fortune I Lost –

Written by Alex Copperfield

When looking at the painting above, what do you think of straight away?

YES! when I saw it first, I thought it was another Banksy wannabe trying to jump on someone else’s glory to get his own.

Boy was I wrong (Holds Head in Shame) missing out on a chance three years ago to buy this exact piece sitting in a swanky Kensington Art Gallery owned by Mark’s Art.

So here I am, just finished my Masters in Art History and Criticism, the whole world out there ready to critique anything and anyone, oblivious to the fact that I’m still only 24 and living with my wealthy girlfriend and no job just a lot of free wine and hors d’oeuvre’s at every event I can manage to get invited to with my new set of highly accomplished and rich friend’s and not forgetting my Master Degree in Critiquing (Sarcasm).

One day I get an invite from one of my friends to this amazing gallery in the heart of London called Mark’s Art. Little did I know my whole university debt was sitting in the corner of the gallery just staring at me shouting silently saying “come and see me forget the wine forget the caviar pancakes smothered with sour cream and chives”. Me being the critique that I now am with my Medal of HORS D’OEUVREs (Honours) I had seemed to magnetise to this piece and before I knew it, I ­was walking closer and closer to this man in a prison jumpsuit holding this big red balloon shaped like my caviar pancake.

Thinking back at it now, I was shocked that the gallery even had an original print of a Banksy with no security guards surrounding it. I somehow glided like Moses’ walking through the Red Sea and standing In Front of this masterpiece, the critique I am thought straight away how ingenious that there is a picture of a man clearly from the 1820’s of New York wearing the clothing of the Auburn prison system that made prisoners psychologically remind themselves that prison bars are vertical and they’re clothing is horizontal and they have no way out and obviously for them to be easily recognisable when they were doing hard labour in the streets.

I found it remarkable that someone in our time can even think of something so deep and meaningful, little did I know until after my amazement of this expression of freedom and political menacing on the American judicial system that it was in-fact another artist going by the name DWIZZ Marks Art.

Marks Art Gallery – The price tag was something that wouldn’t be too crazy only a couple phone calls to my friends and family added to the £3,000 already in my bank account and it would have been mine, but the critique in me said NO.

Three years on I was researching pieces in the market now and I saw the same exact painting but as a print being sold for £1500 and my heart just fell from its position to the bottom of my stomach and gulped.

My right index clicking away on the mouse trying to locate the first love of Street Art that I have ever witnessed so closely and then BANG there it was in the archived sales, sold to 5 times since I saw it for peanuts and being valued at £200,00.00 this made me very upset.

I then saw a piece by Banksy himself writing the following on a piece of stone “THE BAD ARTISTS IMITATE, THE GREAT ARTISTS STEAL.” The original person who said this was Pablo Picasso, this was the moment I knew I messed up.

Marks Art DWIZZ is his own message little bit more detailed in interpretations and with a higher calibre of certification and providence and history, if your hands on one then jump now and think later.

Don’t Be Me

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