The husband and I stopped into an antique shop the other day and when he asked the cashier where the rest room was located? She neglected to mention the all seeing eye.
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From far away this piece of art does indeed look like an eye.
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Though when you see it from the side?
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You realize the artist probably has a cellar filled with junk like ours.
My husband’s cousin’s son (is that second cousin?) is a doctor. He was the first physician who diagnosed my late mother’s terminal cancer and was the epitome of professionalism with compassion.
And if that’s not impressive enough? I’ve just discovered he’s been hiding a whole lotta artistic talent under that white coat.
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Apparently the basement of his old Victorian home is being turned into a shrine to rock and roll.
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He just started posting pictures of his work and all I could think was, damn.
As we were leaving our small town’s festival I saw a sign pointing to a local artist’s collection of folk art carvings.
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The man and his art are well known in my town with one piece of this collection featured and displayed every year in our town hall.
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Three of the pieces were bought by private parties before the town decided to acquire the collection and were graciously lent to us for this event. It was the first time the collection has ever been exhibited together. Except…
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There’s one missing.
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The widow of the artist doesn’t know who her late husband sold The Raven to, but there’s been an extensive search … with no luck.
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You really have to see these in person to appreciate the craftsmanship.
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And my poor pictures don’t do the beauty of the wood carving justice.
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All the creatures depicted are native to our area. They are depicted with the joy of, and reverence for, nature.
So if you ever see that Raven? Please let me know.