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Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Rescue and Recovery


There is a place for everything and everything has a place, or so the saying goes...the thing is that these everythings usually end up at my house. How could I pass them up, when I spot them at the local thrift shops, Goodwill, or yard sales? They sit there and call out to me, 'take me home, rescue me.' Who could refuse them? They are so forlorn and forgotten. Little pieces of not quite art. Small attempts at creativity. Remnants of ventures into a new medium that someone gave their best shot at and lovingly framed. Gifts perhaps, given by the pursuer in an extraordinary leap of faith to the recipient, a fellow risk taker or a supporter perhaps. I can imagine the exchange, some heard some felt. "Here I did this, I thought of you, I think I'm safe, I am anxious, a little fearful, don't mock me, I tried, don't worry if you don't like it, we never have to speak of it again, take it quick, do something with it, put it away, no don't show it, just put it over there behind the couch, unseen, no need to thank me, just move on, let's change the subject, well ok, glad you like, hang it up? no need, really, you want to, ok, just don't tell anyone I did it." It is hung for a while, an appropriate amount of time to express both support and appreciation. Then ever so quietly it is removed. Perhaps taste changed, perhaps time hasn't been good to the images scratched out by brush or charcoal, but for whatever reason it comes down. Stored in an attic somewhere, carefully at first, but as the years go by less so. It becomes 'in the way,' the emotion of the gift exchange, a long ago memory and the need to protect the artist's feelings not so intense. It is time, time to load up the precious piece of not quite art and donate it. This fate is better then the alternative, throwing it away. The caretaker of the gift rationalizes that someone will love it. And I step in. Yes, I see myself as an amateur art lifeguard of sorts. I swim into the competitive waters of the thrift store and rescue a drowning piece of art that is flailing its arms among other species in bins and on racks. I speak gently to it as I resuscitate it. Deep breaths, don't panic, you'll be home soon. Soon, it turns out, is just a car ride away and a simple nail head later. The piece of art is safely hanging in her new spot, along side her fellow misfits in a place they call home. I step back, knowing all too well the life of an amateur artist, thankful for the opportunity to display the wares of a fellow seeker. Although they will never know the fate of their artistic endeavors, I find peace in providing a service to my sisters in creativity. I think of all of those attempts I made and hope that somewhere they have found a home with a like minded women whose walls are filled with not quite art and who steps back, admiring her collection and says with a smile, everything has a place.

5 Comments:

Anonymous the Decorated House said...

This is one of my most favorite things about you, you have the ablility to find things that are not quite art (to us arty snobs) and make them art. Lots of people try, but it doesn't always work. I see that you a wall of art by your eye for design.
I giggle at those pieces when I see them at the store, you make them sing. Reminds me about looking at Christmas lights with DD, and if I snicker at someone's attempts, she reminds me....at least they tried. That is what is more important. It is so much more important that someone gave their all to being creative than never having tried. I am loving seeing your home.

5:34 PM  
Anonymous Daisy Cottage said...

One of my many favorite spots in your home ~ once again, your talent and creative writing has no boundaries. Loved this post.
xo,
Kim

5:37 PM  
Anonymous The Decorated House said...

Blogger was so bad yesterday I wasn't sure if my comment went through, but it did. Kim's post reminded me I want to say how much I enjoyed your writing, too.

10:57 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Your post are like reading a part of a story in a book. As an avid reader, I am in awe of the way you can express yourself on any subject. After reading Kim's blog daily, I rush onto yours to see what enlightening subject you have captured for your blog. You two girls are so lucky to be "sisters". Both of you are very talented individuals. Keep up the great writing.
Connie

10:39 AM  
Blogger jillsywillsy said...

Thank you for stopping by all! I am thankful for the encouragement.

2:40 PM  

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