I tried to get this photo just right today as I remained inside for the entire day watching the ice freeze and melt and freeze again. I had plans to take my pocket camera with me to capture a moment in the world, but instead I walked around once again, searching for a photo op and here it is.
I wonder if captured this woman effectively. I only included her face here, there’s more to her but the light was not cooperating with me. So this is the best I can do for now, until I figure out more.
I found her in a Piermont gallery, on a morning in August, the day I was turning 45, I think. I was not new to this gallery but I had never found anything I was compelled to own, that’s until I found her.
It was a quiet morning. I had the room, filled with wonderful pieces all to myself. The owner was on the phone. She waved, I waved back and felt free to move around at my own pace.
As I turned back to the window there she was, piercing through me. I was whammed! It wasn’t the first time. I owned other pieces that I was compelled to have for myself and now, on my day, she should come home with me.
I don’t remember how much she cost, but I was able to negotiate a bit with the painter-owner of the gallery and begin to pay for her in monthly installments. I had done that in the past and had the painting at home during the process. I was able to take her with me.
She has always been given a key wall in my home. She still knocks my socks off.
I hope I’m like her.