Marvellous, isn’t it? Artists spend much of their time having to justify their work as “real work” and must be prepared to defend their prices against anybody with a so-called “real job”, at a moment’s notice. The very rich and well-heeled, in particular, love to assert that artists and their art are relatively worthless, up until the moment that their country piles and vast landed estates come under threat of bankruptcy. At that instant, a miraculous Damascene conversion takes place.
Suddenly, it seems like a very good idea to hold a music or arts festival on their land, where everybody will come to listen to live bands, poets, watch the dancers perform and generally be entertained. Presumably, this is so that people will come to their otherwise unremarkable property at all and spend their money liberally on the various concessions that they lay on. The draw card is the artists. That seems to be the only viable way to bring enough money in to save the land owner’s precarious cash flow situation.
So, how come artists have considerable value, when it comes to saving the homes and estates of the dubiously well-heeled and indefensibly privileged, but are worthless otherwise?
Which is it?