If you are interested in the full story, I've known her since college, and she was an art major, but I think her artistic style was not often appreciated. It was rather abstract, architectural, or very subtle, like a funky table cloth or something. It often bordered on whimsical or an extremely subtle Meow Wolf type thing which people thought neat or funky, but which many would likely not want in their own home. Fish sculptures swimming up stairs, mushrooms growing out of walls. I think you get the picture.
Well a whole gargle of us were at a ski cabin almost two years ago. Now she does not ski, but her partner does, and she is perfectly happy going on trips and doing her own snowshoe thing. She was also suffering a head injury at the time, so some days her outings were brief and she would loaf around wherever we were staying on a trip.
Anyway, the gaggle of us skiers came back one day and found her at the dining room table with a whole art spread of water colours and birds. I think the others thought they looked good, but I was astonished. I asked if I could buy one from her and she was like oh, I'll just give you one. Just look through them later and you can pick one. I went to my room to clean up and change before we went out for dinner, and by that time she had put everything away. EVERYTHING!
She made some comment about, Oh I forgot you wanted one, I'll let you look through them another day when you are over and pick one out.
That never happened. She never offered if I was at her house, and I never brought it up. Perhaps she did forget, with her head injury and all, but part of me also thought I had perhaps scared her or something. Like a rare instance some one appreciated her work and was like "wow! I want one!"
She is also a bit anti-establishment. She did graphic design stuff for work out of college and I think the whole idea of selling or distributing art kills it for her. Like then people will ask for what they want, and if you go that road, is it art, or just doing a trade.
It was quite sweet when like a year and a half later, she gave me a wrapped package with the bird painting, and noted she picked that one because of my love of that teal colour which is right heavy in my wardrobe, and many other things I own. It almost made me cry.
Soooooooo, this may be the only one seeing the light of day, and another may never come on the market, but I will always treasure this one. : )
