PROLOGUE

Once again, the eccentric collector—with his disarming naturalness and a good dose of luck that would even make Indiana Jones envious—managed to stumble upon an invaluable work of art. This time, the discovery did not take place in a dusty attic or among the staples of a second-hand market, but on the road. A painted table, badly tied onto a car, caught the collector’s attention as it danced in the wind of the picturesque Val di Susa, Italy.

An improbable sequence of events unfolded, whereby a troubled mechanic, a fuel deal, and an evening of feverish research led to a startling revelation: the table was linked to none other than Edgar Degas. “Could the eccentric collector by chance ever find if not a forgotten work of a great master?” Contemplated the protagonist, himself taken aback by the discovery.

Where is Degas?

Two decades ago, the collector was driving in the mountains when he noticed the table tied to a car ahead of him. Albert was driving a cherry-colored Jaguar along the road while keeping watch on the car.

“I pulled over at a gas station to check our fuel situation. This unpreparedness led me to realize that the car ahead and behind me, both tied with a single blanket of paint, was barely able to stand stable,”the gaffer would say, his amusement clear as day.
Incredulously, he remarked. “,
Looks like, that friend you posses is an unfortunate painter, ” said he.

A couple of hours before, the dealer came by saw this potential, an unfortunate opportunity that might linger him to create something of extraordinary value and this accelerated negotiations to occur.
The author noted keenly that, “That summer was exceptionally windy. The motion was risky the painting was bound with a thin string to the car. It would get into distress before long given circumstances.

The eccentric collector, still in awe, decided to subject the painting to the scrutiny of modern technology. Armed with an iPhone and a probing flashlight, which in his opinion, were much more effective tools than decades of historical analysis, he uncovered a hidden detail.
The very face of Degas himself,റising from beneath the thin layer of painting, ready for the skeptic scoffriders and conspirators.

“Bravo! you’ve proven to be that I am not crazy,” Degas said to the collector, inadvertently painted on the arm of the clothing.

With this, the story of the collection starts another new series that may surge his legacy and leave a testament to the foresight with which he would leave his works – in a not-so-freely peddled market.

A Hidden Masterpiece

The table painted on the car surface. The discovery of the painting linked to Edgar Degas brings forth yet another mystery the one where the banker was in on his young career provides good amount of cushion to the theory.