This is one of the strangest, saddest, most holy-shit surprising stories I've ever worked on. Here's a thread about how it came about...
At 81, the artist Peter Max suffers from dementia and hasn't painted seriously in years. For some, his decline spelled opportunity. They hired painters—some recruited off the street and paid minimum wage—to churn out work in the Max aesthetic
Not-to-be-missed story about Peter Max by . It's powerful because it's a story about a famous artists that doesn't hinge on fame. It's about family, aging, dementia, commerce v art, good Chinese food and cheesy cruises.
"Now Peter Max’s associates are trading lurid allegations of kidnapping, hired goons, attempted murder by Brazil nut and art fraud on the high seas." Screaming good narrative via
Sad and weird story about artist Peter Max, beautifully written by
What a sad story. I interviewed Peter Max four years ago (), apparently around the same time he stopped painting, but didn't realize how bad it was.
A stunning story from , with an interview at the end that is unspeakably sad.
“'I’m just wowed by the universe,'” Mr. Max had said. 'I love color. I love painting. I love shapes. I love composition. I love the people around me. I’m adoring it all. My legacy is in the hands of other people.'” Where does art end and fraud begin?