Artisanal, a word that fought early in his career to ensure recognition of craftsmen for their important contributions to society before later being drafted into the creation of a worldwide gourmet branding glut, died Wednesday at his brownstone in Brooklyn overlooking a small gourmet mayonnaise store. At best estimates, he was approximately 474 years old. Cause of death is unknown at this time, but it’s suspected that he simply stopped being artisanal, or, perhaps, people stopped being able to identify him as such because no one knows what that word means anymore.

Let me just leave with you this observation. When art is successful, it unavoidably becomes a business. The question, then, is whether artists have an inherent right to control the limits of their business and how it relates to the growth of their art. The answer, I am convinced, is that artists do have a right to that control.