“You know, it’s not like any of these will ever hang in the Louvre.”
These disheartening words came frrom one of my instructors, as he moaned and groaned about how long a group of us were taking to complete our paintings. We may not be great masters, but we took each one very seriously and were turning out a high level of work. Every day, we artists soldier on in the privacy of our homes to produce highly complex, high quality art. Without an agent or a highly agressive business plan, most artists and their work fade into anonymity, admired only by family members. When the artist dies, the paintings are taken by other family members or by friends. Sometimes.
Regardless, where they eventually wind up is the local thrift store. Their canvases sagging, their paint scratched by being flung into trunks of cars with other discarded junk, they finish their life stacked in a corner and sold for a couple of dollars. That treasure, that hard work, abandoned and forgotten.
And I’m not talking about paintings of lopsided bowls of strangely shaped pears that seem to hover above the bowl, although these are here too. I’m talking about genuine works of art that deserve better.
Next time you’re rambling through your neighborhood Goodwill, take a look. You may find a diamond disguised as a stone, and in finding that treasure, Art lives on.