In artopsy, you take a role of a modernist painter, and use your resources (ideas, paint, colors, …) in attempt to make a masterpiece. the inflow of these resources depends on how much you please the ever-present patrons – and these gentlemen can be very changeable. can you, the last island of creativity in the sea of grayness, survive long enough – and get good enough – so that your opus eventually makes it to the world-famous exhibitions?
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