I met a very interesting woman the other day and like many very interesting people she just plain bored me to tears .
” I’ve just retired” she said before continuing on with ….
” I worked for a large marketing company in New York City and was very fortunate to have worked with many very interesting people during my career . Some of them collected art and I’m here because one of my past co workers was a collector of indigenous African face masks and another collected paintings by C. Gordon Harris and I understand there are examples of both at this sale ….. but I’m sure you aren’t familiar .”… she droned
My mention that I was a past bricklayer and also had the good fortune to have worked with many very interesting people during that career brought a blank and uncomprehending glare …. I tried to spice it up with ” Some of them collected beer cans from all 50 states ” .
Well she was right on the mark about any familiarity I might have with African face masks , indigenous or otherwise, but she got caught off guard about C. Gordon Harris .
” C. Gordan Harris you say ? ….. the artist from Providence R. I. that painted endless farm scenes and oceanside wharves of New England ? , oh sure ”
I was then more than pleased to brag that I had recently sold a painting by C. Gordon Harris with a hole punched through it on Ebay for $280 bucks . This brought back the now familiar blank and uncomprehending glare.
I might actually admit how I understand that she would find an art collector interesting but I’d likely be lying . I spent my ” career ” surrounded by the Likes of Albert the Inupiat Eskimo who knew what seal meat tastes like . And three Texans named Tex , Kotex and Mex and Harry who’s daughter was once a Penthouse center fold . Now these were interesting people
I’m quite certain I just bored her to tears …
