Years ago, in one of these mellow Parisian late nights, I was smoking Karim’s delightful weed while he was browsing the drawings of the day in my folder. He pulled out two little inks and asked: “how much for these two?” I thought and answered “get out of here”.
He looked at me with some sort of pity and just sighed: “look mate, you are going to draw them, the next 5000 drawings, right?” Yes, of course. “Then sell them, stupid!”.And he added: “OK, you won’t take money but I’ll give you these two bags of weed for them, deal?”
That’s how it started.
It’s not a business, it’s a grace. And whathever the price, I’m deeply grateful.
Those are gone (I forget some)… With many thanks, guys 🙂