I have long lived in fear of the day a stranger buys one of my paintings.
In the past four or five years, I’ve completed 112 oil paintings, and I’m almost out of walls on which to hang them.
I’ve given my children so many paintings of themselves that one of them has begged me to find another model. “How conceited do I seem,” he asks, “when people walk into my house and see the walls plastered with oil portraits of myself?”
I don’t know. How conceited is too conceited?
I like that I can enter his home and revisit pieces into which I put my heart and soul… although I was taken aback a bit to find one of my best pieces hanging in his bathroom.
But at least I know where the kids’ pieces are.
I’ve given completed pieces to a number of friends and relatives, and I’ve wondered what they’ve done with them. Have they put them in a prominent place? In a dim but somewhat traveled hallway? In a hidden corner of the house just above the litter box?
Can’t ask. Don’t dare.
But at least I know who owns my oeuvre.
Right now, a gallery which has been kind enough to show my work is soliciting tiny 4×6 art pieces which will be sold online and on site during the December holidays, to raise funds. I’ve sent them three pieces.
Prospective buyers will not know who has crafted each piece, and I don’t think we artists will know whether our pieces sell. (I may be wrong about that.)
Either way, I won’t know whether my work will end up in the gallery’s dustbin, or in someone’s home. Will any of my little pieces help fill a Christmas stocking? Will they hang in someone’s kitchen, or office, or bedroom? Will they bring anybody joy?
I don’t know, and I hate that!!!
I feel like I’ve given newborn kittens to the city shelter, where I’ll never know if they’re adopted or euthanized.
Isn’t that preposterous?
I’m so very tempted to buy them myself.
But where will I put them?
They may end up in a sad little box that lives in my studio, filled with pictures of people I don’t know and with three pieces that were rejected by their subjects. My children have been instructed to bring the box to my funeral and place it by the casket with a sign that says, “take one.”
I’ll have stopped wondering then.