So Say the Myths
It’s just graffiti in galleries these days; tagging legitimized then monetized and marketed. Art imitates desire and its opposite, success. Having desire signifies a lack. Success is a sad consummation as with it we lose our favorite possession, desire. The frustration of desire ends with the emptiness of union. The emptiness of union is ended by the frustration of desire, and so on.
Then there is the fear of losing whatever we came to possess, be it concrete; some “thing” could be stolen destroyed or used up or something ephemeral to begin with like “Her Love.” OK, love is, in theory, a cycle of desire and consummation, driven by reciprocal altruism, in which both desire and consummation are survived —even enjoyed—by the anticipation of the other. So say the myths, anyway.