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As some of you may have seen in my SOTD posts I like to throw in a little something extra. My Cajun friends know it as lagniappe. I'm not exactly an art collector since I don't have the resources for that. But I do have some nice pieces that appeal to me from some artists, glass blowers, and photographers I like. This is one of my absolute favorites and my most favored pieces have a story behind them. Do you have some special piece of art in your home that brings you every day joy?
Here's one of mine, a piece of pottery that I just fell in love with when I first saw it some 25 years ago. Slightly impractical as a vase, although that is what the shape suggests; it has little holes and is colored (glazed) through a secret process producing these amazing colors but alas, not waterproof.. I think of it as a sculpture. At the time when I bought it, it accounted to somewhere frighteningly close to 10% of my annual income. Still, I never regretted buying it, and I still love it.
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I do,hangs in my shop.Watercolor painting of the best duck dawg I have ever owned,her name was Pepper.She lived to hunt ducks as I did at the time.
She has been gone for about 25 yrs but we talk every day about the great time we had:(
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I know the feeling. A couple of the pieces I have were from artists who's work I had seen but wasn't able to buy or couldn't afford or whatever at the time. But they were stuck in my head like a song that repeats itself. I couldn't get them out of my mind. The pic I posted here was one such item. And the story of how I got it is one that I'll always remember. I was in a bar in Chicago that has an ever changing art collection on their walls. Local artists would hang them there for a short time and then they would be replaced by another artist a short while later. I had seen this photograph there and just loved it. I took down the artists name and contacted her the following week to ask about a price. WOW, it was way out of my budget......not even close to what I could afford. But I never forgot it. Two years later I'm in the same bar and I'm talking to the bartender about it. He informs me that the photographer is in the bar that evening and would have her stop by to chat. I described the piece I had loved so much but confessed that I could not afford it. She stepped away and came back with it. She gave it to me free of charge. She just wanted it to go to someone who really loved it.Quote:
Originally Posted by str8fencer
