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Defacing Art

A pair of artwork(Homo Sapience)! Some are crazy about who did it,why he did it, how he did it. It all started years ago, but nobody on earth, still living, knows when it was done for sure.
Some find it their only mission in life to study the art. Some dedicate their love and life for the Artist. I am not going to dissect anymore…
I find the art as something unique and there is hardly anyone out there, will disagree. But we often do not find the patchworks are enough as done by the artist. Well there is nothing inherently wrong to curate any artwork for better preservation. Curating and altering are two different thing(to me) and altering any masterpiece can never be condoned by that artist.

In the case of this pair of artwork, we often tend to alter the artwork rather simply curating. Any guess how we do it? Lots of ways are there in fact.I was struck by a photo feature recently where the journalist painstakingly compiled the pictures of brow-less (eye) celebrities. Now you may be thinking what is the relevance of ART,ARTIST & EYEBROWS? Is there any relevance at all?
Well lets say it differently; do we have any time to find relevance in these? May be not. I will request you to revert to the curating part that I was talking earlier. If you think shaving the brows as part of curating the best ever created art, you definitely can curate it this way. The Artist is on your side as he has allowed to curate his art…unlike any other masterpiece creator.
Now sit back & look back at this great art and think over. There needs no single answer for any question raised here.

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