Sunday, April 5, 2009
miro miro on the wall
When I was a young man (20) I use to walk around New York like I owned it (but in reality I was a little bit scared) I use to visit the amazing museums everyday, or at least it seemed like everyday.I use to spend hours and hours studying the paintings. Then I moved on,taking a little sketch pad and a 2b pencil and would walk from Picasso to Braque to Miro making little notes. Most people wanted to see what I was doing (but alas I couldn't show them ) .To most people it seemed like I was one of hundreds of students who would faithfully copy the masters as best one could. It would seem like I was drawing my little heart out, trying to capture the essence of these most beautiful paintings.The truth is, I was, but it wasn't the paintings I was trying to master, that would have been way too easy (for I had started copying paintings since I was fourteen, mainly Picasso and Braque) It was the signature I was trying to perfect. I wanted to get it right. Picasso's signature changed over the years as did most of the artists I was studying (thats a nice word, as we will see later for forging) I cant go into what I got up to in New York.I would be crazy to lay it all out here on my blog, But let us say that I produced some amazing paintings over the years .I produced as many as one hundred , mainly Picasso, quite a few George Braque, many Modigliani's, and a few Miro's, the list goes on (and so mabe do I ) These where not copies, these were 'original fakes'. Beautifully perfected so that even an expert couldn't tell. Once again I would be foolish to tell all here. I still relish my freedom. I became very very very good till one day (well Im sorry I cant tell you) Lets just say I had studied enough.....Sometimes I hang a painting from those days in my house. I would hang a painting minus the signature of course. Like I said, I relish my freedom.
NOTE TO FRAUD SQUAD; The above painting is not signed.