It’s a common enough fantasy: finding a forgotten artwork at a yard sale or in the dusty basement of a relative who has passed on and whom you didn’t care that much for in the first place.
I really enjoyed this story. It made me notice the Onley we have hanging in our living room (Inland Sea), unobtrusive, the colours so pale compared to others in the room. Not a favourite (and definitely not worth more than we paid for it long ago), but I feel loyalty to its calm silence since his death. Thanks for the story.
Great story! In another life, when I was married to a man who was certain one day he would capture the brass ring, we purchased three Dali prints--artist's proofs, signed in hand--from his Divine Comedy series. They were horrid depictions of hell but the key selling point for my ex-husband was that Dali was old and could not live for much longer. Out of spite, he lived another 10 years. And when my ex tried to sell the prints, he learned they were worth a little less than what he'd paid for them. He sold then anyway, just to get them off the wall.
Haha, nice ending :)
Ah, still a working writer I see. And as always, a n astute observer of the world and life's absurdities.
Thanks, Karen. There's plenty of absurd to go around,
I really enjoyed this story. It made me notice the Onley we have hanging in our living room (Inland Sea), unobtrusive, the colours so pale compared to others in the room. Not a favourite (and definitely not worth more than we paid for it long ago), but I feel loyalty to its calm silence since his death. Thanks for the story.
Thanks! Onley is an acquired taste, one that I'm starting to take to.
Great story! In another life, when I was married to a man who was certain one day he would capture the brass ring, we purchased three Dali prints--artist's proofs, signed in hand--from his Divine Comedy series. They were horrid depictions of hell but the key selling point for my ex-husband was that Dali was old and could not live for much longer. Out of spite, he lived another 10 years. And when my ex tried to sell the prints, he learned they were worth a little less than what he'd paid for them. He sold then anyway, just to get them off the wall.
Thanks, Gina... Art collecting isn't for the faint-hearted.
Or for those expecting to get rich.
Thanks!
Thanks, Susie.
Thanks!
Well written, right up to the the last pair of words!
We lived in awe of those senior editors.
And publishers, too!
I like the reserve and the dry wit of this piece very much.
Hope springs eternal….
Loved this. The ominously perfunctory notes brought back memories of working for Peter Newman, who didn’t leave an only Onley for me to make my own.
Early chuckle - Thankyou great story!