I have a piece of artwork that has got me in a quandary.
It’s a painting, done by a friend, that is beautiful, that is huge.
And that is so connected to him; he gave it to me in the woo-ing me back stage. I had mentioned once in passing that she was an amazing artist and that she had done this one…
And we all know what happened after that.
There’s some additional history to this gift that I won’t get into, but suffice it to say there’s a second one out there too.
So I hung it on my wall here because the space screamed for an extra-large piece of art.
But in the process of getting over him, I took it down.
And now it’s propped up against the wall in my house while I ponder on hanging on to it even though I have nowhere truly safe to store it.
But I do love it so.
For now, though, I I walk by it and think, “Oh yeah, there’s that fucking painting.”