I talked with a friend recently about her art being returned to her after a long hiatus. She had requested the piece back from an ex. It took forever, but when she did get it back, the experience was somewhat bittersweet. The piece had been altered and though glad to have it back, it wasn't the same.
I had an unexpected return of a piece I'd done back in 2007 just the other day. It was for a friend at work back then. We no longer work there, and I guess when he left his job after me, he left the piece behind. I was back there doing some consulting a colleague (Fellow #2) asked me to swing by his office - he had something for me. He smirked, or smiled, I wasn't sure which. I wanted to believe it was a smile. I wanted to think that he had something nice for me to smooth over some old ill feelings.
I took my meeting with Fellow #2, and when I left his office, his admin pointed to the painting. My heart sunk. Why hadn't Fellow #1 taken the piece with him when he left? Did he forget? Did he not like it?
And that smile - now I could see it was definitely a smirk. Fellow #2's wife is an artist and surely he must know the feeling of getting art back that you have lovingly gifted away to a new home.
Overall, though, I was happy to get the piece back. I loved making it and love it.
Overall, though, I was happy to get the piece back. I loved making it and love it.
It lives up to its name: 26 Types of Failure. Monoprint/Mixed Media Collage 22x30, Rives BFK Paper
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Interesting piece. The writing and the actual painting. Maybe Fellow #1 left after being unhappy in his workplace, and your piece would remind him of being there.
I had someone email after getting a gift of my necklace from the store in HMB. She lived in Texas and wanted to know what else I had made and could she exchange or return it. I tried to be helpful, but she really had to do the exchange with the store, not me. And I think she ended up getting a necklace someone else made, not me. Ah well.
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