The FT's John Gapper has a terrific story on serial forger Mark Landis (mentioned earlier here):
"Landis was clearly disturbed but he was also intelligent and funny, and his story – although bizarre – was plaintively human. By his own account, he had spent nigh on three decades forging and donating paintings as a tribute to his parents. It had become his life’s work and he did not want to stop."
He starts to sound more like an outsider artist than a "forger." How long before a gallery snatches him up?
"Landis was clearly disturbed but he was also intelligent and funny, and his story – although bizarre – was plaintively human. By his own account, he had spent nigh on three decades forging and donating paintings as a tribute to his parents. It had become his life’s work and he did not want to stop."
He starts to sound more like an outsider artist than a "forger." How long before a gallery snatches him up?
