And, then there’s Dali.
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Way back in the day, maybe 40 years ago, my mother had a sales job in a gallery in Vegas that specialized in the Dali lithos.
At the end, they had his sig photolithoed on a stone and just struck what was needed for inventory. The entire operation was sleazy, but presented as posh and elevated.
She said his wife and business manager were cheating him.
That would not surprise me a bit.
I'm not sure where my mom got her Dalis, but it could have been the same gallery.