black chalk on paper
1988 - 223 x 331 mm

Selling a work can be quite an adventure.
This work was sold to one of the most remarkable people I ever met. When I first noticed him, he stood in front of one of the windows of the gallery where I was exhibiting. He looked inside and then continuing his way. Perhaps normally I wouldn't have noticed, but he stayed there looking rather long. The gallery owner told me she saw him pass regularly, quickly glancing in from the street, but also that he never entered. Probaly some shy person, a bit odd eventually...

When I went to the show next Saturday, she was excited and told me the inlooker had entered and asked her when I would be there. She had told him, and he would come in the afternoon. And in the afternoon he entered with another gentleman. He looked at me intensely and then presented himself and the other gentleman who happened to be his brother. The brother was more the accountant type of person, whilst the art-lover was the type who could easily disappear in any crowd. He wasn't much of a talker either. The, I'll call him accountant, was taken to this work, they talked for a few minutes and then the art-lover went to the gallery owner and said he wanted to buy the work. He hadn't really spoken to me at all. And whilst he was fulfilling some details with the gallery owner, the accountant came up to me and told me they ware the sons of a famous sculptor and diplomat, and that this sale was exceptional because his brother only collected Mannerist drawings and engravings.

So far, so good. And at the end of the show, the art-lover came to collect his acquisition. We talked a little - he was very sparse with words - and suddenly he looked at me and said that he knew very well the gallery-owner had looked upon him as someone strange who often peered inside galleries without entering, and that he did that with all galleries he passed. "I do that," he continued, "because usually they only hang rubbish. And I am not going to spend any time on rubbish. I have disciplined myself to make the most of every second of my life, so I only pay attention to what I really like. I neglect the rest and don't waste any time with it."

I really admire his point of view, and have tried to do the same, but I can't seem to do this. It's far more difficult than it looks. But I love his philosophy, and the awareness of being aware it asks for, so I keep on trying...