A favourite anecdote of mine concerns Salvador Dali, who, it cannot be denied, was a very interesting guy.
Apparently Dali liked to eat out, with large groups of friends in tow, but was not so fond of paying the bill. So he made a point of paying using a check from his checkbook and, just before handing the check over, scribbled a little drawing on the back and signed it.
And now the owner, suddenly in possession of a signed Dali, would usually just frame it and hang it on the wall and show it to his friends instead of cashing it at the bank.
He was also in the habit of giving away signed blank canvases to interesting people to help them along with their Dali forgeries, and generally just fuck with our heads.
Isn’t art just great?