Leading British artist Damien Hirst has made two copies of his latest works – one is a painting, the other is the NFT. He gives investors the choice of buying one; the other he destroys. So if buyers buy the NFT version, he burns the painting. Planet Crypto managed to speak to him about his latest work…
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Ey ooop. How do. Damien Hirst here.
Yorkshire’s greatest artist. [1]
Eee ‘appen. I’ll go to foot of our stairs.
Now then, I just burned a 1,000 of me crappy paintings, to increase the value of their NFTs.
I know, it’s dead mental, right? But I got two grand for each!
Chuffing Nora…
Well I got thinking… if people are prepared to pay good money for me to burn me work… I might as well torch me back catalogue and flog it as NFTs, tha knows.
So I tried. But wasn’t that successful, tho.
It were right easy burning me dotty paintings, and that.
Cos canvas is right flammable.
But then I tried to burn me shark-in-a-tank.
Happen I forgot that Formaldehyde is a highly combustible, didn’t I? Fair singed me eyebrows, I did. Ee ba gum.
And no matter how hard I tried to toast that skull-with-all-the-diamonds on it – it were bleedin’ hard. Who knew that diamonds melt at 700 degrees centi-wotsit? You try and get that heat with a chuffing box of Swan Vestas…? It’s right hard.
So I had a change of tack. Instead of torching me old b*ll*cks, I’ve decided to create a new collection of burned chuffing ‘art’ instead. Basically, any old shit that I burn, I’m going to flog as an NFT.
So, me first work is called ‘The Physical Impossibility of Death in a Packet of 20 Peter Stuyvesant.’
Basically it’s a picture of a used cigarette butt.
I made it during me ciggie break this morning. Took a photo of me cigarette before I chuffin’ lit it.
Smoked it.
Flogged the pic for $2,000 as an NFT.
Two grand for a ciggie break? ..Tasty!
Struggled for some ideas after that.
Then at lunch I created a work of genius by accident.
I burned me ham and cheese panini in me Breville toaster.
Hey presto: I got a genius idea.
Got an uncooked ham and cheese panini – took a picture of that. Pretended it were the burned one – flogged the pic for a £20,000 as an NFT.
Nice.
It only cost me £3 as part of a Meal Deal, an’ all.
And to increase the value I called it ‘The Mendacity of the Open Grave Whilst Destabilizing the Nihilist Dream Trope.’
Yeah, I don’t know what it means, either.
But the critics went mental for it.
(A tip for budding artists: Give any old shit a pompous name, and the critics think it’s Art. Tasty)
Right. I’m off. It’s Bonfire Night in the UK soon. I need to get busy selling NFTs of me unlit bonfire for a chuffing fortune.
And call it the ‘The Naked Flame’s Diamorphic Commensurate Antidisestablishmentarianism of the Photosynthesis.’
Tasty. I’ll see thee.
[1] After the Bronte Sisters, David Hockney, Dame Barbera Hepworth, Henry Moore, Sean Bean, the Human League, Pulp, the Arctic Monkeys, Patrick Stewart and Bobby Knutt.