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You might not be the only one but.....I used to work a lot with art as a preparator at a museum and a private art handler shipping peoples collections back and fourth to Galleries and Museums. What something is made of isnt going to determine price or popularity it will be the ideas and the way the materials are used. I helped shipped hundereds of millions of dollars of art. For one woman alone in one year we shipped over $200 million worth of stuff including a painting worth $48 million and these were a very small part of a small half of her collection, probably insignificant in terms of her entire holdings...like less than 1%.
She was a big fish but the kind of art she owns wasnt rare. Probably have seen hundreds of clients with over $1,000,000 in art and that is just in one small town in Colorado.
In an economy like this, people buying artworks in the $10,000-100,000 range drop off severely and many galleries go out of business. BUT for people who can afford something in the hundreds of thousands to millions of dollars range, its business as usual.
I dont recall anything made of bones specifically, but plenty of stuff made of found objects including rusty metal, all sorts of rubbish, used needles, seeds, broken electronics, human feces etc.
What does continue to mystify me however is stuff like this
http://bonya.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/winter-light.jpg
Thomas Kinkade. The most commercially successful artist ever in the history of the planet. Why anyone would pay a dime for this stuff, ill never know.
I wouldn't pay a dime for his paintings, but when i look at his, it makes me wish i was there. Most other paintings don't give people the escape feeling. Besides, it doesn't snow here. His paintings make snow look like lollipops and gumdrops for adults. I guess it's to make a yucky world prettier for a person, especially stuck in a city. I look at paintings or pix of big cities, and I feel repelled. I wonder who buys the Kincaid paintings: people who live IN the type of scenery he paints, or people who wish they did. Frankly, I'd rather be at the kitchen table of someone who collected his pieces than at the table of someone who collected many other works. They're probably americana in a nutshell.