Kalm James comment taken from Edward Winkleman's Blog:
"A painter with a beautiful studio in Venice California is married to a high powered TV producer. Because of his wife’s income, there is no pressure for him to sell his work. He builds up a huge inventory of large abstract paintings, trying to keep total control of his stash like Clyfford Still. Shockingly he dies unexpectedly at a fairly young age (mid fifties) with no gallery representation. In the process of trying to rent out the studio after his death, his wife asks my friend (from whom I heard the story) to help her place the work, get the work represented or sell it all to whoever was interested. My friend is given six months to do this, at which point he will have first dibs on the studio space. My friend, who’s a pretty motivated artist with connections, runs all over LA trying to get someone interested in the work. After six months there’s still no interest. The major part of this artist’s life work is tossed into dumpsters and hauled off to the dump."
This scares the living shit out of me.