The Art Collector’s Rite

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"A Million Second Chances", 2024 ©REBELLICCA

Collecting is often mistaken for taste, preference, and prestige. But the true collector undergoes a conversion, somehow quiet, irreversible. They do not merely choose the work. It chooses them simultaneously.

The Threshold

How does a person become a collector? By encountering a piece that bends probability into preference. A shift, quite subtle but irreversible. Something inside the self transforms. Recognition without history. Desire without prior cause. It feels inevitable. It is so much more than taste. It is alignment, resonance, connection. A newly encountered truth with a heartbeat on a canvas. The work grows on them, calls them.

The conversion

From that moment, preference collapses into choice. Choice is what survives doubt, marking the stillness after the spiral. A quiet, wordless yes, followed by ownership. Not as control or possession, but as guardianship of recognition. Of connection. And above all of a memory of the future. The collector becomes the steward of what was already theirs in another plane as energy.

The covenant

To collect is to enter contract with the unseen. It feels like this: "This holds a piece of what I could not articulate until now."This speaks to me in ways I didn’t know I was waiting for." The collector, then, becomes a librarian of fate, a notary of resonance, a keeper of improbable alignments. They do not just own the work but witness it into continuity.

Filed for those who still believe. Kept for the ones who remember.

-R