I spoke to the artist for a good 15 minutes. He doesn't do many of these, never enough for a whole series. The barn wood is difficult to obtain. He uses real photographs of Native Americans from a book he has and he only likes to spend about an hour on each piece... just gets a feel for the shapes, shadows and highlights. A.MAZ.ING. I was entranced.
As I chatted with the artist, I kept thinking I would walk away from the booth. I got his email address so I could have him email me more of these pieces as he did them. I was going to leave. Every time I tried, I found myself worried to leave because what if somebody bought this piece? I watched people walk into his booth and if they looked in the direction of my lovely old Indian man, I found myself stepping a little closer to it, to make sure they knew I was already interested in it. I felt like it was mine and I had to defend it and protect it from everyone else.
After the fourth or fifth time I tried to leave, and the fourth or fifth time I "protectively" stepped closer to it, I realized that if I didn't buy this and take it home, I would regret it forever. And it only cost as much as a tank of gas in my van, for heaven's sake!
"I'm going to buy this right now," I told the artist. "I can't leave it here."
"Great!" he responded.
I discovered I was out of checks, but said that he could take cards. (no power or phone lines, so I was surprised...) He pulled out his "Jurassic" credit card machine... you know the ones you swipe on carbon paper? Awesome. He was all old-school. I left with my Native American barn wood painting.
I came home and hung it on a wall... perhaps a temporary spot, but I had to have it up. I stare at it all the time. Ella even said to me today, "Mom, why do you keep staring at that?"
Because I love it and I can't help it... and that's how I know I made the right decision.
(not a very good picture of it, but you get the idea...
and you're just grateful that I posted a picture since it's not a forte of mine, right???)