To say it caused a sensation in the art world would be an understatement.
The first painting from Laurent Saint Michiuex in over 30 years. An infamous recluse, Michiuex had a meteoric rise to art-world notoriety with his first exhibition, simply and bluntly titled: ART.
And then he never painted again. Until now.
A single painting. A single stroke of red paint. A singular masterpiece, the critics agreed.
It would break all of Sotheby’s records for a painting.
Decades later on his deathbed, Michiuex would make a terse confession to his nurse. A confession people either did not believe or did not want to believe.
“I was born Earnhardt Jones and 20 years ago a bumped into a table, spilled some paint on a piece of canvas, and became a millionaire.”
And then he died.
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