04/24/2024
Good "whimsical" Wednesday Morning, y'all.
Well, at least, I'm gonna approach it that way... today!
In the morning, yesterday, I sold the 1950 Mercury painting to the the owner. We talked...
What I was, and still am, unclear about is how this all came about.
Last year, at the Giddy Up car rally, I decided to paint a delivery truck which unfortunately for me was surrounded by three other automobiles. I don't know why I decided to do that, but midway through the show, a little boy came by to see the painting and my progress. The ten or twelve year old kid approved of the painting and asked when I thought I'd be finished painting it.
"Well, man, it's a pretty involved scene, so I figure I'll finish it in a couple of hours or so," I said.
I guess a couple of hours boils down to maybe a half an hour or so to a ten year old kid because it wasn't long before he returned to inquire again about a deadline.
Well, this went on a couple of more times and I still had a ways to go. I had to complete the art before the end of the show since I intended to frame and display it at the upcoming Abita Springs En Plein Air festival a week or so away.
I assumed the boy and his family gave up on me as they drove away like everyone else with their classic cars did.
At the En Plein Air event, a man came up to me to say how happy he was to purchase that painting. For clarity sake, let's just entitle it, "Still Deliverin'.
A day or two later, a woman calls me at my studio to see if I had sold "Still Deliverin'. I told her that I did. She seemed truly disappointed, and I immediately assumed that she was the mother of the little boy that continued to pester me about finishing the art. I never understood why she didn't just come over instead of sending her son.
This was all an assumption on my part.
Last week, deciding amongst 128 cars to illustrate, I picked the 1950 Mercury because it was parked near the colorful balloon filled spiral staircase was behind the Far Horizons Art Gallery. It was truly a beautiful car to fall in love with.
But Chuck, the owner of the car, excited that I picked his car to put on canvas, told me that his brother tried to buy the "grocery truck" that I painted a year before, and was disappointed that I had sold it.
"Wait," I said. Your brother owns that truck?
"Yes, he replied. He brought it again this year, and it is decorated to advertise this show and it is placed right up front over there."
"Is your brother married and has a steadfast, untiring, unwavering, little ten year old son?"
So weird... First cup at the coffeehouse.
