One time I was having a conversation with someone (I forgot who exactly) at a bookstore. I was holding a Paulo Coelho book, and I was complaining that it was too pricey.
“Why is this so expensive? Urgh. I hate it when I can’t buy a book because it’s too expensive for me.” I whined.
” A book is priced the way it is, not because of its beautiful cover or how many pages it has, but because of the content–the lessons that the book has to teach you when you read it. So don’t complain about the price, think of more ways on how you’ll afford it.”
Like a book is priced and billed by what it teaches an individual, an artwork is treated the same only at a higher and more profound level, supposedly.
“Respect an artist’s price, and with that, you not only respect the artwork but also the artist who lays his soul and hard work in his craft,” someone once said before.
Since that day, I have learned my lesson to never question the prices of books and artworks. The more expensive something is, no matter how little or how unpleasing it may seem to others, its value is more significant than what you ought to believe.
As books contain stories and knowledge we must obtain, artworks have stories way beyond your imagination and are worth your every penny.
