Dear me, tsk. Didn’t mean to spend any money, so what did I do but walk into a gallery and buy a painting? I loved the crisp lines and glowing colours of it, and it was in a nice silvery wood frame as well! Oh.
Sometimes when you buy something that wasn’t especially ‘useful’, you get a sinking feeling later on, but when I got home and held the painting against a wall, I knew it was still perfect. It fits in, as far as anything can fit into my utilitarian ‘mishmash’ of a lifestyle. Also it’s refreshingly different as there are no cats and wizards in it…
Of course, when I showed it to my sister, she said (jokingly), “very nice…. what is it?”
Beautiful, that’s what it is. It’s not four rough painted squares with vivid red splashes of paint on it, or anything like that; it’s a stylized landscape in pleasant but landscapy colours.
I was quite embarrassed about buying it; not because of what it is, but because part of me thought maybe it was rather spendthrift, and someone would be bound to turn round and say “you’re just being greedy; you don’t need that!” But no one did. Mum has bought the occasional painting herself, along with some artistic needlework (which some cat messed up) and fragile pottery which broke to pieces if you just picked it up.
There was another painting by the same artist which had a reserved sticker on it… at the desk they said it had been bagged by an old lady who had gone off to see if she could afford to buy it at all! Well I’m glad others like that style too — and I’m also glad that the one I liked best was the one they left for me.