VISIT YOUR LOCAL AUCTION OR AUCTIONS YOU MIGHT KNOW!!
I HAD NO IDEA WHAT WAS ON OFFER. I HAD NO IDEA THAT THE CONTENTS OF THIS HOUSE WERE RELATED TO GREEKS AND WEALTHY GREEKS FOR THAT. I ONLY FOUND OUT WHEN MY FRIEND TOLD ME ONCE WE ARRIVED AT THE HOUSE. THAT SITUATION HAS NEVER STOPPED. IT APPLIES TO TODAY TOO.
Thomas Thomopoulos (Greek, [1873- 1937] Well-reputed sculptor of the first half of the twentieth century and professor of Art at Athens School of Art. His work is very rare and therefore valuable. Auction price range £10,000 plus) The sculptures were estimated at £300-400 each and I knew that only a miracle would allow me to buy just one; the quality was just too high, too obviously good. The first one came up for sale and just managed to reach the reserve of £300. Who was the lucky buyer? Me! Am I going to buy another one? Patience, neophyte! Patience! One after the other all four sculptures, unbelievably, were knocked down to me at an average price of about £400 each including the auction’s commissions.
The miracle I had dreamed about, the hat trick I had hoped for became reality near the scene of my first baptism into the auction business in 1983. I felt lost, hopelessly dizzy and euphoric at the same time. Does that make sense? Surely the sculptures were worth more than four hundred pounds each! How much more I did not know and did not want to know. They were worth every penny face value. Nothing more entered my thoughts. It was impossible to think more about such a purchase of seven fabulous items in just one sale. My mind refused to function normally. I lost control of reality for a while, in no man’s land mentally. I was lost in bliss! Was it reality or a dream? Pinch yourself man! Wake up! Breathe! Breathe the fresh, sweet air of Sussex and the more oxygenating air of auction with its promises and miraculous hopes.
I had to wait for some time to come to my senses and absorb what had happened. It was a wait to the end of the sale to collect my purchases, but I could wait days and nights in order to collect such art. I was overcome with such emotions of gratitude to my lucky stars and powers of the universe that I was screaming with joy and hoping of profits, immense profits. It was mid-afternoon by the time I carried those gems to my car. By then the auctioneers were also leaving the premises, having finished their business. They looked happy with the day’s sale. “Good afternoon,” greeted one of them. That was the same gentleman who, three years
I WILL FINISH THE PART THAT MADE IT MORE SWEET NEXT SUNDAY. IN THE MEANTIME MY ADVICE TO ALL MY READERS REMAINS THE SAME: VISIT AUCTIONS, BUY SENSIBLY AND INVEST WISELY IF YOU FANCY SOMETHING.