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Reading in the paper this morning that some high tech science managed to show that some recently ‘discovered’ Pollock paintings contained paints which were only invented after the artist died, I was once more struck with how absurd art – or rather the business of art – is. Of course what was a treasured painting a few weeks back will suddenly be more or less worthless. So somehow the ‘value’ of the painting must be in who made it more than in whether it is an accomplished or groundbreaking work or whether people think it looks great or cool. Seems like value is in the eye of the beholder as well.