My door

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. This certainly applies to art as I found out this weekend. DH and I volunteered at a local arts festival all weekend and got to meet some very awesome (and influential) people around here as well as look at A LOT of art. In one booth were these really, in my opinion, hideous projects where the artist had pasted faces onto wood then sewn fabric floating bodies around the"head". Basically they looked like scary, colorful hanging ghosts. On first glance, I winced and said, "NO way are those going to sell."

Sitting on steps eating a funnel cake on day 4, I saw a very happy gentleman carrying one of these prized specters away along with what I can only imagine were other "beautiful" pieces of artwork. I was wrong.

Again, it is so subjective. The one piece of artwork that I really wanted was a large photograph of a door that just happened to be taken by one of DH's friends. I had my eye on it the entire weekend, expecting that the next time we came to his booth, it would be gone. We came by often as we were helping run his booth and the one next to his. Many people commented on it, liked it, pondered out loud where this particular door was located, but no one purchased it. At the end of the festival the poor door was still sitting there and I was considering asking DH to purchase it. However, in a very sweet gesture, the artist asked DH which one I liked and offered to give it to us for helping him out. It is now proudly displayed in my living room. It is my door now.