Tuesday, April 13, 2010

The Cheese Box

Today, my neighbor, Lila Friday ( http://www.lilafriday.com/) knocked at my door carrying a Swedish cheese box from 1770. She purchased it from a friend who purchased it many years ago in San Francisco. I guess these were used to carry cheese before cellophane was invented or even cars for that matter...She just had to show me because it reminded her of my work and thought I would like it too. Well I did. Very much my colors, if I can be so presumptuous, and, yes, I especially loved how worn out it had become in all it's carrying of cheese, probably back and forth across oceans aboard sailing ships. The colors, in fact, were very similar to a painting that I just had finished. She stood there next to the painting, holding the basket, looking at me, looking at the painting and then back again at the cheese box. She was smiling. I did too. The rain had finally stopped and there were squares of sunlight on the studio floor. I felt slightly very happy. And then I realized I was having one of those moments. A small little thing, an interaction, a gesture perhaps or even a cheese box that somehow takes an ordinary Tuesday and turns it into an especially good one.


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5 comments:

ArtPropelled said...

I know exactly what you mean. Everything is exactly right in that moment from the sunlight after rain, your neighbours smile and a beautifully worn cheese box .... a moment that will stand out in your memory. How wonderful. Thanks for sharing.

Leslie Avon Miller said...

How wonderful, to notice the moments.

rivergardenstudio said...

What a beautiful moment, your cheesebox, this gift from a dear neighbor. I love your stories and your art. roxanne

Katherine Dunn/Apifera Farm said...

I get it too, and yes, it could be a painting of yours. Lovely.

Anonymous said...

What a gorgeous wee item - and how lovely that someone knew you well enough to share it with you.