When painting scenes from my native West Riding of Yorkshire, I have learnt that possession is nine-tenths the likelihood of finding a buyer. In other words, my fellow countrymen like to buy what’s theirs. If it’s a house it has to be their house; a field, their field. One of my best paintings of
- the vale of my youth – would have been bought by the owner of the farmhouse in the middle distance, were it not for the fact that the field in the foreground was his neighbours, not his! Shibden Valley
Likewise, when I offered a distinguished patron of the arts the first choice from a collection of paintings of his home town, he selected a mediocre sketch of his own property. The painting shown below, one of the best in the collection, also shows his property. However, in this painting, his building is an indiscernible one-tenth wash in the background and hence, it didn’t make a sale.