We had a couple of quilts that my husband's grandmother made decades ago, that got degraded by sunlight. There's no way to replace them, since she died before I even saw the quilts. Art that is meant to hang on the wall is easy to preserve; the kind meant to be used is harder. I can't tell you how many hours I put into a quilt for our bed, was I supposed to tell my husband
he couldn't lie on it? Yeah, it got destroyed, too.
It's nice when someone treats something you created like a treasure, but you can't expect it. It's hard to put a price on your heart and soul; which is why a lot of talented people aren't professional artists, I suppose.