I am currently sick to my stomach, more about which in the notes. Let's just say that I've had two volumes of Illustration Art The Golden Age sitting here since I did the paperback show in March. I finally looked through them today and it kind of broke my heart in a way and then just made me regurgitate up some bad feelings - I'll shower them away momentarily. Let's just say as I looked through these two volumes that at one time or another I owned paintings by at least a third of the artists included - but that's not the painful part - no the painful part is that I owned SIX of the paintings actually featured in the book, THAT is the painful part. The only bit of good news is that there was a seventh painting that I owned that I thankfully STILL own. One painting they say they don't know what it was used for - I could have told them since I still have the magazine cover for it. I so wish I still owned all of the paintings that I had to sell because those terrible people I got into business with made me spend $200,000 on a lawsuit they knew going in they could not win - they also knew that I would probably walk away from it when that was the only path left to them, which, of course, they were right about. But to pay those legal bills required selling all those incredible paintings, including four Saturday Evening Post covers. May these people suffer the rest of their lives for what they did - they won't, of course. The wealthy rarely do. They caused harm, which is what they intended to do. Bravo. And I can't even contemplate what those paintings would be worth today. I do know that my Leyendecker 1921 Post cover would most likely bring $150K today rather than the $55K I sold it for.
