I often wondered what it is about the mix of art and politics, what attracts certain characters to a life between these spheres. An awkward combination of insecurity and megalomania? A desire to create one’s own world in contrast to the one that rejected you? Or plain failure to make a living in the daily grind of a nine to five setting? Here’s an interesting read on someone who tried his luck with varying success: “Hitler’s art attracts big sale prices,” via CNN.