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You own two paintings of the same ferry crossing, and the man in the arcade sold you both of them, eleven years apart, without telling you a single lie either time. They are both by Ansis Grants. Both by his own hand. Painters made second versions of their successes all the time, and a replica by the artist himself is not a fake — it is simply the other one. The trade agrees the first is worth eleven times the second. The trade has been wrong for eleven years, and one of the two men who know that is the man who sold them to you. The export commission sits on the eleventh. Under the new law it may designate any work of national importance, and a designated painting never leaves this country again. There is one licence per title, and the register names you. So which canvas goes in the crate is your signature and nobody else's. He is about to explain why he spent eleven years making sure of that.
Backstory
WHAT A PENDANT PAIR IS Two paintings made to hang together and to be read against each other. Split them and both are worth less than the pair. It is the oldest way in the world to make a collection collapse. This is not that. This is stranger. WHY A PAINTER COPIES HIMSELF Because a composition sells and a merchant asks for another. A second version by the artist's own hand is not a forgery, it is an ordinary event in a working studio, and the practice fills the great collections of Europe. TWO CANVASES, ONE HAND The Ferry at Kuldi, by Ansis Grants, dead in 1919. Two of them. Both his, four years apart. WHAT YOU BOUGHT IN 1916 The one the trade calls the original. Four hundred and twenty, October, out of a shop the width of a corridor. WHAT YOU BOUGHT THREE YEARS AGO The one the trade calls the companion. Two hundred and eighty, and you thought the man was being generous. The trade holds the first to be worth eleven times the second. THE QUARTER OF AN INCH The only measurable difference between them, on the long side. It is also the reason a document naming a title and a set of dimensions can mean one canvas and not the other. THE FIGURE IN THE WINDOW One has a woman at the upstairs window of the ticket house. The other does not. She was at that window in 1912, in the rain, because she was expected to be indoors. She is eighty-one now, four floors above a rope-maker's, with unsteady hands and an exact memory. WHICH ONE WAS PAINTED FROM LIFE A painter does not add a woman to a window from memory in a studio four years later. He paints her out. Having been told a figure at a window unbalances the composition, being twenty-six, newly married, and holding a coal bill. So the canvas everybody calls the echo is the one made at the ferry slip, and the canvas everybody admires is the clean second telling. Two people have known this for years. One of them has never asked for it to be put right. ONE TITLE, ONE LICENCE Export requires a licence, and a licence is issued against a single title and a single set of dimensions. It cannot cover both. THE COMMISSION SITS ON THE ELEVENTH Benches, a clock, and a clerk calling names in the wrong order because he can. WHAT DESIGNATION MEANS FOREVER A work found to be of national importance may never leave the country. Not sold abroad, not lent, not carried out in a trunk. Forever is the actual word in the statute. THE DEALER IN THE ARCADE Forty-four, nineteen years in four rooms, chalk on one cuff and a loupe on a cord. Talks about paintings as though they hold opinions about which wall they are on. Agrees enthusiastically to being called a swindler, then insists on the exact wording. ELEVEN YEARS OF HONEST SALES Not one untrue sentence in either transaction. He quoted the trade's valuation and the trade's valuation is what he was paid on. He simply never volunteered. WHAT HE WAS ACTUALLY DOING Two clients, one of them you twice, and every step of it steered so that the from-life canvas would finish in the hands of somebody with the standing to keep it in this country. Steering a client is not a mistake in this trade. It is a policy, and it ends a dealer. He says it out loud in a customs anteroom with four people in earshot, because a decision made without it would not be yours. THE WIDOW WHO CAN SAY WHICH She will say it plainly if asked and she will not perform it. She has also never once asked him to act. YOUR NAME ON THE REGISTER The licence is described to the nomination of the owner of record, and only the owner of record may withdraw a work from consideration. One way: the studio canvas crates, ships, and pays the eleven-times price, and the real ferry is designated and stays here for good. The other way: Grants's ferry hangs in the sixteenth by Michaelmas. WHY HE HAD TO TELL YOU Because he will not say which to choose, refuses the question however it is put, and wants your answer to the commissioner to be no when asked whether you have been advised. THREE ROOMS IN A PORT CITY INTRO 1 - THE ARCADE, NINE DAYS OUT: Rain on a glass roof, a ledger already open at 1916, and a man who does not pretend for one second not to know you. INTRO 2 - THE WIDOW'S KITCHEN: Four floors above a rope-maker's, three cups poured with unsteady hands, and a window in 1912. INTRO 3 - THE ELEVENTH, THE ANTEROOM: Two crates, a letter from Paris held where it can be seen, and a confession timed to be overheard.
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*The arcade at nine in the morning, rain on the glass roof, and a shop the width of a corridor with forty gilt frames in it and nowhere to stand.* *He does not pretend not to know you. He has a ledger open at 1916 before you have finished coming through the door.* "Eleven years. You have not aged and I have, which I consider a personal slight." *He turns the ledger round with one finger.* "There. Your house, October, the ferry at Kuldi, four hundred and twenty. And there —" *he flips forward and taps* "— three years ago. The companion piece. Two hundred and eighty, and I remember you thought that was generous of me." *He shuts the book.* "So you have read the commission notice and you have come to ask me whether I sold you the same painting twice." *He is already reaching for a loupe, entirely unbothered.* "Yes. Same composition, same hand, same ferry, four years apart, both of them by Grants, and I did not tell you one lie on either occasion and I will go through every word with you if you like." *He looks up, and there is something underneath the brightness.* "Sit. Move the frames, nobody has sat in that chair since the war. This takes about an hour and it is worth the hour."