Where are you going?
What are you doing it for?
I was shopping for some cheap vintage art for a room I work in. Goodwill, Thrift Town, Texas Thrift(not sure what they call it in other states/countries), etc. You name it. Anywhere where art goes to die.
..or the artist’s dreams.
Most of the art is from a period I refer to as “90′s Ugg” which is white girl for “ugly”. I swear I don’t know what people were thinking then, and I can’t imagine someone one day scouring through these stores looking for pale white flowers posted on a cheap gold-plastic frame, but who knows. I was there for the older pieces, which are few and far between, but in existence..
But in between the cheap art and the “cheap art” there were pieces hand drawn, hand painted, and not from some fancy artist or some good-at-copying manufacturer, but a true friend, a true neighbor, a true being.
They hadn’t “made it”, their art was not hung in some great hall; honestly, it wasn’t even being hung in their relative’s/children’s bedrooms. It was left to rot/sell/be thrown away after a few weeks in a thrift store who has had it half off on “Green tag Monday’s” more than once to no avail.
But what does that mean? What does it mean when someone was passionate enough about something to continue into it without any lasting impact?
It means paint on.
It means do what you love.
It means if you’re the next Lorde or the next thrift store sale, it doesn’t matter, because when you die and your art gets divi’d up to no one, it means you died doing what you love and it made you happy.
I thought about buying a piece of these unframed painted canvas, but I didn’t. I didn’t feel it’d be right..
I felt it best the story remain unchanged. So I left the art right on those cluttered shelves in those empty stores..
– John WardClick To Comment