My valuable house
I think our house might be really valuable. It has something to do with painting.
There was a documentary on, about an hour ago, and the whole point seemed to be that people steal paintings. As if stealing them made them worth more. I mean, I have a whole house with painting everywhere; nobody has stolen the house yet, but when they do, I’ll be rich!
Oh. Paintings and painting aren’t the same? Are you sure? There was this one painting signed by somebody named Riopelle (is that a first name or a last name? I swear, I’ve got some throw sheets downstairs that look just like that. I mean, I keep big sheets of cotton around until they’re so covered in paint that they can’t be spread any more. Some of them look just like that Riopelle stuff; paint splashed everywhere. I’m glad that the painting in my house isn’t quite so colourful. I like the calm tone of an off-white wall.
Anyhow, it seems that thieves like nothing more than to steal painting. The narrator said that “a painting can be worth millions of dollars”. How do you get in on a deal like that? Some of the paintings are really small; not much bigger than a sheet of paper from one of my scribblers. Does that mean that you can simply take a calculator, multiply the wall area by the number of sheets needed to “fill in the rectangle” and then name a value? Cool.
I wasn’t as impressed with the mention of people being killed for painting, or the fact that police might be on your trail simply because you have a painting, but I’ll still going to look forward to being really, really wealthy.
