The story goes that one very well known buyer would order a work to be sent round to her house, have a dinner party, and then send it back because it was the wrong size. She never paid for anything. It was a standing joke. I resent that abuse of power. If someone wants to do that to me it's going to cost them - they have to buy the glass, buy the flowers and then spend three or four hours installing it.
Forgers have long since abandoned art for the bank note.
At the gallery, that was one appearance of Anya's flowers piece. It's like a Shakespeare play - there is no original Hamlet, there are just performances. You can't pretend that Picasso made it. Anya created the flowers piece, and I really wanted it. I didn't think of it.