This week, the European Union of Intellectual Property Office (EUIPO) panel said it ruled against the artist because he could not be identified as the unquestionable owner of such works because (his) identity remained hidden.
The case was in regards to the copy right of a gift card company using Banksy’s ‘Flower Thrower’ image.
“Banksy has chosen to remain anonymous and, for the most part, to paint graffiti on other people’s property without their permission, rather than to paint it on canvases or his own property,” the panel said.
The white cubed space of a gallery is not the love affair of art and artists alike. This white cube is often dominated by the minority who dictate what art is worthy enough to go on its walls, which often goes unchallenged. So as many artists find this environment competitive, nepotistic and straight down the line unchallenging and boring for the life of a piece of art work, some artists choose for their works to be a part of communities where engagement is by all of society, not the few.
With regards to Banksy I am looking forward to his next piece of work.
Thought provoking post. It’s interesting that his copyright isn’t recognized because of his anonymity but his $1.4M sale at Sotheby’s is recognized.
Now THIS is ART!
The student asked:
What is Art?
In looking at the world the student saw:
The teacher describing it.
The critic critiquing it.
The publishers and dealers offering it for sale.
The public looking at it and listening to it.
The government sponsoring it.
But, asked the student,
If none of these is happening for me
How do I know if I’ve done it?
If it fits a category, said the teacher.
If I like it, said the critic.
If I think I can sell it, said the publisher and the dealer.
If I’ll buy it, said the public.
If the board approves it, said the NEA.
Then, said the student abjectly,
I must be a failure as an artist.
But, just in the nick of time,
A faerie appeared before the student,
How do you feel when you do your art,
The student answered:
Sometimes sad, sometimes ecstatic;
Sometimes powerful, sometimes vulnerable;
Sometimes afraid for the state of my soul;
And more …
Then, said the faerie,
You are an artist,
Because, my dear,
The art resides, most quintessentially,
In the moment of creation.
And your friends don’t need to understand it
Although it feels good when they do.
Go now, and perfect your art,
By being ever more true to yourself.
And the faerie was gone.
And the student/artist was ever more true to herself.
And great art happened.
And the world was a better place.
Beautiful said! Thank you
I shall print that out and put it on my wall! Amazing thank you.
Glad you like it.
Did you write it?
yes. the original is here: