Framed-art tour, exhibit 13

It was very elegant and thrilling.

It was the very first time we bought a piece of art off the wall at a show.

Grandgirl’s paintings had to stay up for a month or so, afterwards. So the one we leaped for, not until September did we get to see the back side—her trademark Noemi Salome label and the Frame Factory sticker she signed in silver.

She says she’s glad we bought it, because now she still gets to see it.

This bird, anyhow, won’t crash into any windows. Perpetually, night and day, near where we sleep, it flies northward toward the woods.

 

I think the NS could be more splashed across the front, don’t you? But maybe she wished not to detract from nature in all its glory. She gave us just the soaring goose, the green hills, the moon, the salting of stars. She didn’t want her mark, the mention of human contrivance, botching the purity.

Not that nature is all glory, especially now that we’re demolishing, with our weighty carbon footprints, the planet’s ecological balance.

Also—in my case—recklessly clopping around. Not until I saw the photo from the show did I realize how sorry I look in my boat shoes. Still, I can’t quite pitch them. Weirdly, they boost the morale. There’s something satisfying about throwing one’s weight around.

That’s her cousin with me—Cousin Grandboy. Usually he keeps his socks hiked perfectly.

 

(Photo credit: Christopher)