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57-year-old Mississippi native Mark Landis is a quirky man with a big secret he’s been able to hide for almost three decades. Landis is a “master art forger.”
Beginning in 1987, Landis donated his forgeries, which he passing off as the real thing, to dozens of U.S. museums in 20 states.
Though Landis’ deceit was finally uncovered in 2010, he never financially profited from his ruse, which often involved his dressing up as a Jesuit priest, since all the works were donated in the memory of relatives.
Why did he do it? It’s not exactly clear, but he offers us a peak at his psyche when he says, “I’d been hearing about great families giving away pictures in memory of their loved ones. I wanted mother to be proud of me … sure I had done something in dad’s memory.”
The life and journey of Mark Landis is one of the stranger tales that The Avant/Garde Diaries has profiled, but you have to admit it’s a fascinating story.
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Murals from UK artist and designer INSA
Bill Murray by Sam Spratt
Bronzino, Portrait of a Young Man (detail), 1530’s
“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.
“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”
“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”
“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
from The Velveteen Rabbit (or How Toys Become Real) by Margery Williams, 1922
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Élisabeth-Louise Vigée Le Brun, Madame Perregaux, 1789
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[If you happen to come across a proper story or explanation behind these pieces, feel free to add it onto this along with its source. I couldn’t find one.]