It’s been an amazing art and poetry whirlwind since January, and though I’ve got one event in April things are now quieting down, so I thought I’d write a couple posts reflecting on the stuff I didn’t find time to write about on the go.
First, the duck!
My mom’s church had a fundraiser art evening. There was a silent auction of more expensive pieces, but also a tombola, they called it, which was a whole bunch of gift bags each with a 5x7” painting inside. There was a poster showing all the paintings hidden in the bags. For $20 you could pick a bag and see which painting you got.
The poster had one painting that really stood out… an adorable duck with a little heart above it. My aunt loaned me a $20 and I approached the table… I stood there trying to let it speak to me, and when the energy was just right, I plucked a bag from the table… and lo and behold… I got the duck!
Aside from my family who all remarked on the cute duck painting on the poster we were clearly not the only fans. A guy came up and asked if I liked the painting because he, too, had been eyeing it, and if I wasn’t into it he’d gladly buy it off me.
But no sir. The duck I now prominently displayed on my bookshelf with my other treasured souvenirs and gifts and assorted knickknacks.
I don’t know who painted the duck… it’s attributed to “Local Jr. High Art Student” so I’m afraid I can’t praise them by name, but I hope they keep painting—their work is already being clamoured over! And it certainly makes me happy whenever I walk by my bookshelf.