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Adventures In the Art Trade
by Richard Humphries
The only difference between myself and a madman is that I am not mad.
~ Salvador Dali
When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear
and life stands explained.
~ Mark Twain
“I saw in the paper that Pasquale was
acquitted,” my ex-wife said. We were in her
kitchen, chatting. We’ve always chatted well. “I
couldn’t believe it when they indicted him.”
“It’s the art business,” I said, “And unless you
are in it, you haven’t a clue, especially when it
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comes to a real Miro versus a fake one. Hell, even
then you can’t be sure.”
“You should write about it, Richard. It would be
an easy project for you. All you’d have to do is tell
the truth.”
A splendid idea. My medications had made me
foggy headed for a spell, leaving my writing in a
cloud. She was right. All I had to do was tell the
truth.
Easy-Peasy.
My first job in the gallery business was in 1974,
my last in 2004. Thirty years slid by while I was
distracted learning a few things.
About Art. And People. And many
combinations of the two.
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. . .
At twenty, I was still finding my way in San
Francisco, trying to make a living.
George V., an antiques importer with a huge
warehouse on Battery Street had hired me as a
warehouseman, unloading containers of antiques
every week from England.
Soon, however, the lively Greek guys running
the place assigned me to sales. They had noticed I
enjoyed talking to customers and had a real
enthusiasm for the unusual objects we offered.
It was fun. The pay was okay and the location
was just a short Vespa scooter ride down from our
flat on Telegraph Hill.
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I say our flat because things were changing in
my life. Over the past few years my family had
joined me in San Francisco. First, my kid brother.
Then my older brother. Finally Mom and our two
younger sisters came West to live in the beautiful
city.
We had found a large place on Alta Street at the
top of Telegraph Hill. It was priced according to
the formula still in use by the old-time landlords on
the hill; the steeper your climb home, the cheaper
the rent.
All of us crammed into a three bedroom (one
was a large closet) flat at a rate of $325 a month.
It was reasonable but not cheap. I needed to
make more money.
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Now.
The manager at the warehouse had given me
some great deals on furniture. But, whenever I
mentioned an actual raise in my wages his English
would fail him.
And so I answered the ad in the Chronicle for
‘Art Consultants’ at a gallery on Fisherman’s Wharf.
The employer offered a monthly draw and a
‘generous commission/bonus plan’.
. . .
“The most important rule,” the bearded guy
said to me on my first day at Swanson Galleries,
“is not to waste the champagne on the customers.”
And there was ‘champagne’. Andre’s Sparkling
Wine came in cases every week. It was the owner
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of the gallery’s inspiration to have us pour
‘champagne’ during any serious sales presentation.
Never offer it. Why invite a No thank you?
Never ask permission. Excuse yourself, go to
the back-room, come out bearing a tray holding
glasses and a bottle of Andre’s. The label on the
bottle carefully covered with the white linen napkin
kept ready for such occasions.
“You take her,” Don (the bearded one) said. “Be
good practice for you.”
She was an attractive Afro-American women
and stood before a wall of oil paintings.
“Could you tell me about the artist?” she asked.
“Of course,” I was at a loss. “Back in a sec.” I
nearly ran to the front desk seeking Don’s counsel.
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“She wants to know about the artist.” My voice
was strained.
“Easy,” he said and took another sip from his
coffee mug of champagne. “Read this to her.”
He yanked open the short file cabinet under the
desk and flipped out a folder regarding Maurice
Meyer, the creator of the Monterey and Carmel
seascapes my very first customer seemed to like.
The umpteenth photocopy of ‘About The Artist’
biography was nearly worthless. Apparently,
Mister Meyer liked to roam the Monterey Peninsula
and paint pictures in his golden years. The photo
was good though; silver hair, matching goatee,
black turtleneck, nice lighting.
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“Let me show you something?” I asked her.
Jack Swanson would not have approved. Never
ask permission from a prospect. “Follow me?”
Leading the good-natured woman to the rear of
the gallery, away from the constant noise of the
San Francisco Experience theme song booming
from the attraction next door, I hung the seascape
on the ‘showing wall’.
All galleries have such a space. An empty wall,
well-lit by lights hooked to a rheostat and faced by
comfy seating. A room dedicated to closing the
sale.
“Please have a seat,” I said as I hung the
painting on the wall, my back to the woman. I
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turned and found she hadn’t followed my invitation
to sit as according to the Sales Manual.
What the hell, I’d try my best.
We discussed the Monterey coast and the town
of Carmel. She was interested and asked for my
card. I went to the front desk to choose a card
from the boxes left by ex-Art Consultants,
scratched out the previous name, wrote mine in.
“Don’t let her walk out on you,” Don suggested.
“You mind if I jump in?”
“Please,” I had no idea of what to do. I followed
my associate to the rear room.
Donald had the grace to introduce himself, learn
her name and ignore my nervousness.
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“I see you like Maurice Meyer,” he said. His
tone made Mister Meyer a giant in the art world.
“How’d you like to see his most recent work? It
just arrived this morning.”
The woman explained she had to go meet her
husband but had time for a quick peek.
“Come give me a hand, Richard.” I had never
been Richard before in public, always Rick. He
turned abruptly and I followed him into the
gallery’s storeroom.
“Let’s see.” He began sorting through paintings
in a rack, a piece of protective corrugated
cardboard between each of them. “She liked the
blues and greens, didn’t she?”
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“Um, yeah.” I had no idea, hadn’t heard a word
from her over my excited heartbeat. “I think she
did.”
“Here. Hold this” He handed a me a large
painting, 36 x 48 inches, from the stacks.
“But this one is all oranges and reds,” I pointed
out.”
“Exactly,” he pulled his pocket square from his
tweed sport coat. “Get a bottle of Andre’s and
glasses.”
I put together the tray arrangement as Don
swept away puffs of dust from the ‘new’ painting
and frame with his hanky.
“Show time,” he smiled in an almost evil grin.
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The second painting didn’t work at all for her.
The champagne offer went unappreciated as well.
She extended her hand to me.
“Thank you, Richard,” she said, walking past
Don and into the crowd of Fisherman’s Wharf
beyond our door.
“Always use the ‘something just arrived’ ploy,”
my self-appointed mentor advised me over his
mug of André’s. “And show them something you
know they will hate. Makes wanting the piece they
like easier. And always make sure the second
piece costs more.”
“What if doesn’t, though?”
“It is what you say it is.”
“She said she’ll be back.”
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“Look,” Don snorted and took a gulp, “don’t
EVER believe in ‘be-backs’. There is no such thing.
Besides, she said she’s going to Carmel with her
husband.”
“Meaning?”
“C’mon, Buddy,” I was starting to enjoy our
camaraderie. “Carmel has more seascape painters
than sand fleas.”
I spent the afternoon going over a sheaf of
photocopied biographies of the gallery’s artists.
Most had their first solo exhibitions at schools and
community centers and found their inspiration in
Nature and The Sea and The Sunset.
It was easy to script a general artist’s biography
that would fit them all, with a few personal details,
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of course. The artist’s age seemed to be an
important category.
. . .
The woman came back with her husband--an
NFL quarterback as it turned out--and I dutifully
hung both of the paintings on the ‘Showing Room’
wall.
He liked the orangey-reddish Monterey sunset.
She still enjoyed the blue-green daylight surf
scene. I lowered the lights and the paintings took
on a life of their own. There is nothing like a real
painting. Really.
The husband decided the best compromise was
to buy both paintings. His one request was to
have the gallery pay the shipping costs.
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The sales total was $12,800. After the shipping
costs and including a bonus for top consultant of
the week I made eleven hundred and eighty dollars
for the day’s work.
I didn’t know Art, but I knew what I liked. I
vowed to be an expert in both.
“Do yourself a favor, Bud?” Don asked as we
closed up for the day. “Promise me you won’t let
that sale make you start believing in ‘be-backs’?”
“Sure,” I said, hoping I should have such
worries. How many people bought art? Really?
. . .
My Mom, sisters and brothers let me take them
out to a family style place in North Beach. The
wine came in carafes, the minestrone in a
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communal pot, the spaghetti with meatballs in
huge bowls.
We drank red wine and laughed. San Francisco
felt like home to us that night. The steep walk up
Union Street to our flat was a pleasure for the six
of us. Life was good.
. . .
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