15 things to consider when buying a piece of art

What would you say?

If it's wearable art, where would you wear it?
If it's wearable art, what would you pair it with?
If it's wearable art, does it have any materials you could be sensitive to?
If it's wearable art, does it fit or would you have to have it adjusted?
If it's wearable art, do you already own something similar?
If it's wall art, do you have the wall space for it?
If it's wall art, does it go with everything you'd need it to go with?
If it's wall art, do you need to separately buy a frame?
If it's wall art, how difficult would it be to hang it?
If it's wall art, would everyone you live with appreciate it?
If it's usable art (e.g. pottery), how difficult is it to clean?
If it's usable art (e.g. pottery), how delicate is it?
If it's usable art (e.g. pottery), how often would you use it?
If it's usable art (e.g. pottery), do you have a place to display it when not in use?
If it's usable art (e.g. pottery), how functional is it? (Meaning, does it just look nice or would it get the job done?)

(Prompt by Kimisha Cassidy)

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