Hey, don’t forget today is National Candy Corn Day. Munch on, folks!
I found a hefty package sitting on my porch, and I knew it was the painting Suzanne bought for me when I found it in a gallery in Taos. I wanted to tear the package apart immediately, but I didn’t. Suzanne was at work, and I knew she’d want to be home when I opened my package. And then I realized that it would make Suzanne even happier if I let her open it for me. She likes to open gift. So I tied down my excitement for the rest of the day, but was often tempted to just open the damn thing myself. Of course, Suzanne worked late. I was dying a cruel death, as the painting lay inside its packaging mocking me from across the living room. Finally, I moved it into the closet with the hope Suzanne would be home oh, so very soon to open it up.
And then, when Suzanne finally got home, she tortured me further by opening my gift as slowly as possible. She enjoyed herself immensely. And Candy Corn Bow Tie On A Shelf o’ the Day supervised every minute of it.
I looked at hundreds of paintings in Taos, but this one entranced me. I wanted it to live with me until I die. There’s no explaining why a piece of art speaks so loudly to a soul. But if it does, it does. This one did. It is called “Blue House by the Golden Gate.” The pink and yellow remind me of spectacular Delta sunsets.
The artist, Pat Woodall, was working in his gallery where we found this. When he saw which painting I chose to own, he looked at me in whatever loud duds I was wearing, and then back at the painting, and said to me, “You’re not afraid of color.” Nope. Color does not frighten me one iota.