Most of us probably use the word karma to flippantly and inaccurately, but what a great word it is and what a great day it has been.
I went to the Austin Fine Arts Festival today, and I happened to see an artist I’d met before–Stephanie Strange. Two years ago I’d bought a picture from her. She makes art with typewriter keys–what art is better for a writer>?
I told her that I had a small piece of hers, and we chatted, and as I looked around, I noticed a long, narrow piece, a cloud of the letter O. She said that was a special piece and told me its story. She made that for her very first show, four years ago at a coffee shop, and though she sold almost everything, this piece was the only one left. She carried it to every show, but no one ever wanted it. She figured that one day the right person would come along and it would speak to them.
Well, it spoke to me. Here I am, my first art show is coming up and it too will be in a coffee shop. She makes art from typewriter keys and I’ve been making art with shredded bits of my novel… Did I buy the piece? You bet.
What, I wonder, will be the piece I don’t sell? (Being optimistic that I will sell something.) And who will my work speak to?
A perfect day.