I forgot to tell an anecdote about the painting I presented last time.
My 82 year-old mother is one of these people who fall in love with a painting as soon as it is pink enough. This is the reason I guess, why she is totally crazy after babies, and continually tries to convince her grand-children to make beautiful pink babies for her… one is done already, a wonderful little pink boy, called Marius…
Anyway… My mother had seen Phantom City and loved it at once. I wanted to give it to her for her birthday, but she refused, saying:
“No, you´ll surely be able to sell it!”
I insisted, saying that I didn´t care about the sale, and I really didn´t. My mother is sacred for me, and she deserves the best I have. But she is, too, as stubborn as I am, and there was no way to give her the painting. I was quite sad, i must say…
Some days later I sold it to the London woman. Some more days later my mother called me and asked:
“Do you still have that pink landscape?”
I felt a kind of deep cold running from my heart to my soul.
First a kind of embarrassed silence on the other end of the line. Then:
“I have thought about it… I want it! You can sell it when I am dead!”
My God, I was angry, I´m sure you can imagine why!