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The Price We Pay For Our Art
I’m not talking here about the amount of money it costs to actually buy fine art, the price I’m talking about here, is the pain and damage caused by our actions when creating Art. There will be a photo below, and this image, and then further information, will aid your understanding of what happened, and how, and why I feel it was worth it!
First the image:
The offending item is an actually lovely piece of sculpture, not created by me, but received as a gift from my husband on a birthday a few years ago. It is set next to our pond, a much favoured spot of mine to sit and muse, as well as write.
The pond has shade provided by several trees growing around it, which means it is a delightful place to sit! Those trees, while shady, have a sownside, which is the seeds they drop. These seeds had dropped onto that sculpture, and it was when I was removing some of them, that I accidently scaped my right hand on a part of it, and ouchies, that little bit of blood, and that large scrape appeared on my hand!
Not too painful, and only a tiny bit of blood, so all good, really, because it gave me something to write about! There is also a turtle living in the pond, and I love to sit and watch him to swim around. This turtle, and the pond have inspired me to write quite a few words, and there is even a book planned, a book of both…
