My first auction experience had nothing to do with art. My brother-in-law asked me to sit in for him at an office equipment liquidation. He was looking for a printer. I found him one...a wide-carriage dot matrix unit, which should give you an idea of how long I've been going to auctions.
What I remember most was the auctioneer's introduction. "Folks," he said, "I am not Circuit City." And then he went on to educate us on the simple, hard, cruel truth in auction buying:
if you're the highest bidder when the man cries, "SOLD!" it's yours...whether you like it or not.
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