For two years, I was drawn to this painting. Although it was partially hidden on a top shelf buried behind seashells and pieces of coral, I studied it each time I wandered into Curiosities, my favorite Lakewood haunt for treasures, trinkets and yes, curiosities.
There was just something about the way artist Glenn Ramey (1953) captured the ocean’s mood at first light… Plus, I loved the frame.
Several months ago, I took it upon myself to reorganize the shelf in this particular booth. I dug the painting out and moved it front and center. I stared at it with a feeling of deja vu.
Each time I visited, (yes I go there often), I was relieved no one had purchased it. I admired it again and again, but left empty-handed determined not to bring anything else into our house. (I pretend to be downsizing…)
Finally, on the day I took my friend Dorothy to visit Curiosities, I bought it. For whatever reason, the time seemed right, plus the owner of the painting was there which made it even more exciting for me.
Now the painting hangs on the wall in my office where I write.
One week later, John and I went to the Pacific Northwest for vacation. Cannon Beach felt serene and calm and familiar. I’d never been to the Oregon Coast, but that spot on earth felt like home.
And then I remembered my new old painting.
Cannon Beach, Oregon |
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Bryan Jones says
Vuja De? Very interesting!
Mina Menon says
There must be a reason why tht day thi spainting called out to you … n more imp u wioll treasure it all the more knowing it wasnt a iimpulsive buy
Dorothy Johnson says
I loved that shop and am looking at the tray I bought that day! I’m glad you bought the painting. It had been calling your name. A bit prophetic? Both painting and photo are wild and beautiful!
Gary Henderson says
We have that in common. I know that if I start obsessing over something — a piece of art, furniture, a gadget — and I go there and look at it over and over and over…eventually, I’ll be bringing it home. But the time has to be just right. 🙂