I have no idea which blog to put this in, so you’re welcome in advance.
My brother and I talk to each other approximately once or twice a year. Quality over quantity, you get the idea. We’re only three years apart, and our sense of humor and love for terrible things is identical. For example, we amused ourselves for years by reliving each other’s epic earwax stories (he won—I may have needed medical intervention for a pea-size blockage, but he had a photo that required a coin for a sense of scale).
Anyways, when I randomly got a text message from him out of nowhere yesterday, I knew it was going to be good.
This beauty. I must have it. This must be mine.
My brother’s texts reappeared again today (amazing, two days in a row! We are truly up to something!), and he had talked to the curator for the art show at his work regarding the price of the piece.
The dimensions, first off:
36 inches tall by 48 inches wide
That is: 3 feet tall by 4 feet wide
The price is set at $900. For an original masterpiece? Of such magnitude? I HAVE to have it. This won’t be for sale for a year, that is plenty of time to justify spending $900 for a one-of-a-kind original artwork that transcends species barriers like this.
So I am currently attempting to intimidate the artist, via the curator, with my (super timid) brother acting as an intermediary, into agreeing to sell the painting to me after the show ends in a year, when I can have it shipped from Seattle to Texas, and have it form the centerpiece of my Disturbing Bird Art Wall, because I’ve got plenty of bird art, but oh boy it would all take on a new perspective with this in the center.
Stay tuned (?!)
May 30, 2019
WE HAVE A NAME
Tammie Dupuis! [link to website]
And our piece? Which we love? IS PART OF A SERIES!!!!
June 3, 2019
Lol @lexiellama okay:
It’s a long story, but I acquired this painting over 10 tears ago, and fought over this painting too (it had been abandoned by its previous owner). I slept with it next to my bed for a while.
For a while, every time I look at it, something in it had changed.
Y’all know how I can find a microscopic caterpillar from a mile away? I notice details.
They’ve gotta be haunted. At the time, I had a bunch of pet rabbits. They have all left me, but I like to think they’re haunting me through this damn painting (which is terrible and which I love immensely). Probably the only material possession I am more attached to than this painting is the unpainted ceramic snail I bought 17 years ago, and haven’t painted because it’s too perfect and I’m not ready to shoulder that burden.
June 4, 2019