From the heart

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A woman stopped in the booth last Sunday to tell me she had my wolf. Specifically, a pit-fired wolf mask I'd had in the sales gallery at Maude Kerns Art Center last year. She'd loved it, and coveted it, and was so glad the Center let her put it on layaway, while she saved up to pay for it. It now had pride of place on her wall. As she told me hard she'd worked for it, and how much it meant to her, we both got a little misty. I wound up coming out of the booth and giving her a hug, telling her how happy I was that it had found a home with someone to whom it meant so much.

Put me in mind of a few weeks back, when a different woman asked me if I had the rabbits cookie jar on the shelf (medium sized) in a larger version. I had to tell her I did not, whereupon she asked if this one was big enough to hold cremation remains. As it happens, I know the answer to this one, as both my mother-in-law and father-in-law's ashes are in jars of this size. So I told her yes, and she told me her partner had been a long time Market member, and this was totally his sense of humor and whimsy and I said "Do you mean Richard?" because Richard Hunt was a jeweler for over 30 years at the Market, who I was on smile-and-hello terms with, and this sentence is totally getting out of hand, but I'm still a little verklempt to know that he's spending his afterlife with my bunnies. I gave her a hug, too. Also, a discount.

Comments

[lydamorehouse]

Wow, both great stories. It's nice when your art is appreciated. I bought artist-made pottery for the remains of my friend Timo, when he died. I was looking for something that a Buddhist would appreciate and found something perfect. It can mean a lot.