My husband and I recently had a debate regarding when a creation is no longer your own. (Believe it or not, we wrapped up this enormous discussion in little under 10 minutes including restroom breaks and a trip to the kitchen to refill our water glasses, which now that I type this are totally related, huh.)
It started with J.D. Salinger who hasn’t really published anything notable since “The Catcher in the Rye” . . .and even more interesting is that he’s still alive and writing, completing an unknown amount of works since 1951 without publishing them. . . and he’s stipulated in his will that all unpublished works be destroyed upon his demise. . .and that’s where we jumped off.
When does an artwork(whatever form) no longer belong to the artist?
**I made a stunning argument that the creation is public the moment it leaves your brain and hits the paper or canvas, regardless of whether or not its published or in a museum.
**Eddy debated that there’s a trust in those around your that some things, despite their “historical value” are private and still within the controls of the creator or trusted individuals selected by the creator, i.e. journals, failed paintings, embarrassing photos, etc.