This summer my husband and I were dropping off some things to our local Salvation Army. As you might guess, I have more books than the average person, so I was glancing around to see if I could donate a few when I spotted a bookshelf. My gaze immediately gravitated to what was sitting on the top of that shelf! A painting. A painting with sunflowers and a stack of books piled on a table. It felt like a gift for me -- and me alone. I couldn't get across that room fast enough to snatch up my beautiful little find that cost me a whole $3.00.
When I got home, I immediately hung my newfound treasure on my office wall. Then I set out to find the artist and ask if she still paints. Much to my amazement I
was able to find her. I learned that the painting I bought is one of only three paintings she did for an arts class in University. She doesn't paint any longer. I hope my interest and love for her art has changed her mind, one never knows. But I look at my lovely little painting every day, and appreciate what she created in that class.
