Last weekend there was an uh... craft/arts/fair thingy in Saint John. With my trying to gain as much from this experience as possible I of course had to attend. Usually we don't hear about stuff going on as Millidgeville (where I live) is sort of its own little area, but, having friends who are locals sure pays off.
We went down to the arena thing, paid our $5, or $6 if the attendants didn't accept your student card, and started looking around. Before I move on, Saint John is a small city. When you go with a local you stop frequently. Everyone knows everyone. So... we continued, or tried to continue on into the heart of the madness. We did stop a lot, but I just kept on going, wandering from stall to stall.
There were a lot of things there. To be honest, I like obscure handmade things so if I had any more money I could have spent it. Actually, I did spend more than I should. Oh yeah, lots of things... There were things knitted, and sewn, and made of glass, and made of wood, and art, and cakes, and baking, and breads, and antiques, and musical instruments, and nuts... mmm nuts... and paintings, and leatherwork, and repeats of items 1 through 5 and wow. It was huge, and it was crazy.
I would have like to buy more things. I like to support that kind of work, but alas... I am broke. So, we walked around and looked. I did not have much cash on me, but thought I could look and get some if I needed it. My compatriots were looking and shopping on their own, and I walked a bit in front trying to see if anything caught my eye. When we were walking passed the nut merchant he somehow managed to get candy coated nuts into our hands and our hands to our mouths... needless to say, he turned out to be a very good salesman. I did see some things that I liked but my brokity outweighed my desire to shop... almost...
I looked. I saw. I moved on. I looked. I saw. I moved on. I looked. I saw. I froze... and frozen I stayed. I stared. I looked some more... and I fell in love. Those who know me know that I have a thing for art. I'll buy carvings, and paintings, and writings, and whatever, as long at whatever it is speaks to me. As I stood there frozen, it screamed at me.
The artist was from Mexico. She had spend much of her life there and then had moved to Canada. She is now a professional artist, having been one forever. I stood there and looked at a concept. It was one that I had not seen before, but I liked it. I stood there staring for several minutes and then told here that I would return with funds.
I went upstairs, grabbed the money, and then began to shop. I grabbed a little something for a certain someone, I grabbed a whole lot of nuts, and then I returned to the stall with the lonely artist with too many paintings. She did not expect me to come back. When I did return we was noticeably shocked, but pleasantly so. It still took me a long time to decide which piece to buy, but eventually I did. We made the transaction, and I am now a satisfied owner instead of an inquisitive shopper.
The piece fits nicely in my room, and a little art goes a long way to make this a little less a room... and a little more a home.
This is not a flattering picture. But this is it.
This piece did not have a name to my knowledge, but I would call it "Nothing in Something."
That's stunning. Good choice.
ReplyDeleteI'd call it "Moon Rising".