Everybody knows by this time that we met Lautisse on board a ship, but few people
know that in the beginning, Betsy and I had no idea who he was.
At first he introduced himself as Monsieur Roland, but as we talked he asked me a lot
of questions about myself and my business and finally he asked me if I could keep a secret
and said: "I am Lautisse."
I had no idea who he was. I told Betsy and after lunch we went up and talked to the
ship's librarian, asked him a few questions. And then we found out that my new friend was
probably the world's best living painter. The librarian found a book with his biography and a
photograph. Though the photograph was bad, we decided that our new acquaintance was
Lautisse all right. The book said that he suddenly stopped painting at 53 and lived in a villa in
Rivera. He hadn't painted anything in a dozen years and was heard to say he would never
touch the brush again.
Well, we got to be real friends and Betsy invited him to come up to our place for a
weekend.
Lautisse arrived on the noon train Saturday, and I met him at the station. We had
promised him that we wouldn't have any people and that we wouldn't try to talk to him about
art. It wasn't very difficult since we were not very keen on art.
I was up at seven-thirty the next morning and I remembered that I had a job to do. Our
vegetable garden had a fence around it which needed a coat of paint. I took out a bucket half
full of white paint and a brush and an old kitchen chair. I was sitting on the chair thinking,
when I heard footsteps and there stood Lautisse. I said that I was getting ready to paint the
garden fence but now that he was up, I would stop it. He protested, then took the brush from
my hand and said, "First, I'll show you!" At that moment Betsy cried from the kitchen door
that breakfast was ready. "No, no," he said. "No breakfast, – I will paint the fence." I argued
with him but he wouldn't even look up from his work. Betsy laughed and assured me that he
was having a good time. He spent three hours at it and finished the fence. He was happy the
whole day. He went back to town on the 9. 10 that evening and at the station he shook my
hand and said that he hadn't enjoyed himself so much in years.
We didn't hear anything from him for about 10 days but the newspapers learnt about
the visit and came to our place. I was out but Betsy told the reporters everything and about the
fence too. The next day the papers had quite a story and the headlines said: LAUTISSE
PAINTS AGAIN. On the same day three men came to my place from different art galleries
and offered 4.000 dollars for the fence. I refused. The next day I was offered 25.000 and then
50.000. On the fourth day a sculptor named Gerston came to my place. He was a friend of
Lautisse. He advised me to allow the Palmer Museum in New York to exhibit it for a few
weeks. He said that the gallery people were interested in the fence because Lautisse had never
before used a bit of white paint. I agreed. So the fence was put in the Palmer Museum. I went
down myself to have a look at it. Hundreds of people came to see the fence, and I couldn't
help laughing when I saw my fence because it had a fence around it.
A week later Gerston telephoned me and asked to come to him. He had something
important to tell me. It turned out that Lautisse visited the exhibition and signed all the thirty
sections of my fence. "Now," said Gerston, "you have really got something to sell." And
indeed with Gerston's help, 29 of the 30 sections were sold within a month's time and the
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price was 10.000 each section. I didn't want to sell the 30th section and it's hanging now in
our living-room.