As I walk slowly on the main path of street lined with different craft stands, smells of hot dogs and kettle corn waft through the air. I come upon an artist’s stand, and one painting of a streetscape pulls me in. A bouquet of homes comfortably nestled alongside quaint shops on a hill.
I wonder where that is. I really like that.
Go ask her.
Feeling shy, I hesitate, but push myself forward. I go to the older gentlemen sitting on his tattered wooden chair, his face a rich chocolate. I point toward the painting. Hello, can you tell me where that is
You’ll have to ask her. He points to the woman who sits hidden behind a small table around from the main display of paintings. She wears a bright yellow dress to match her pleasant personality.
Hi there, she says, looking at me from behind thick black bicycle rimmed glasses.
Hi, I say, and then point toward the painting. I was wondering if you could tell me where this is.
It’s wherever you want it to be, she says with a friendly chuckle. I look on and she continues: I stopped painting exact places because the minute someone knows where it is, they won’t buy it—they just don’t sell.
That’s interesting, I say. That makes sense. When I look at this picture, it makes me think of New Orleans and I’ve never been there—just pictures I’ve seen.
People always think they recognize a place in my paintings, she says. This one we’re looking at here I’ve actually been commissioned to paint, but I like to bring it to display while I’m still adding the finishing touches. See all the blank spots. She points to a few.
Oh, I see. I hadn’t actually noticed them before.
As she continues to tell me about this painting, we’re standing in front of it now, and she sweeps her hand across it and points to the different placeholders. One is already there: “Tom Cat.” It looks like a little café club. The family is still deciding, but when they’re ready, they’ll let me know what to put in the rest of those spaces. This is an anniversary gift for their parents, so some will have important dates and others will have special places they’ve visited.
Wow, that’s a really nice gift. I take a last look and thank her for her time. She smiles and seems happy to have walked me through her work of art.