Confessions of THE Art Executor
This blog explains that when my sister Jenny died suddenly I became her Art Executor and had to learn what to do from scratch. I hope these posts explaining what I did (and didn’t) may help others in the same situation – and encourage artists to think ahead as well.
4 years on, I am starting to realise that being an Art Executor is a lifetime’s calling.
Setting off into the blue sky, two men in a balloon are alone in the vastness.
Like many, more important, projects for 2020 our plan for an exhibition of Jenny’s work has fallen victim to Covid-19.
Did Morandi’s example inspire her to paint the same pots for 50 years?
An artist’s experiences can influence their work after a long gestation and without their being conscious of it.
What made her sit down to make another?
is it really lost?
It was a lightbulb moment when I realised that sometimes you just have to make it up.
When I started cataloguing Jenny’s art I wasn’t looking in the right way or seeing what was important. I had to learn to look more deeply.
Every year Jenny would design a special card to send to friends and family.
You have to know what you’ve got.
What a difference a frame makes.
We had had under two weeks to pack the contents of the studio. What have we learned, after storing them for three years?
We thought we knew where we were headed, because we had decided our goal was to put on an exhibition.
Clearing Jenny’s studio was a hard and painful experience.
When I look at this painting I think of all the questions I never asked when I had the chance.
Jenny had not made a will, that is, she died intestate.
About two years after we had agreed to be her Art Executors, Jenny died, unexpectedly.