Day 17 of 31 // In which I am a Hypocrite
Thursday, October 17, 2013
So shame on me guys. I've been here writing about sharing and enjoying the art in everyday life for 17 straight days now and what did I do yesterday? I doubted my own daughter's ability to share her art.
She came to me with the idea of setting up her own Art Sale in the front yard. I cringed a bit. I didn't want her to be disappointed if no one bought anything. I absolutely love her art, but let's face it, I'm biased. But her little face was soooo excited. And she worked so hard coloring several original pieces just for this event. I so badly wanted her to sell something. Even just one thing I kept thinking. But Lemonade Stands in the summertime are so much more common. An Art Sale? Who's going to stop for that?
She set up two little tables at the end of our driveway right around the time of evening when neighbors would be arriving home from work. She carefully placed each piece of art for display. She even decided on pricing all by herself. Some pieces were $1.50, and some were $2. "Some are my better work", she concluded. She then set up a chair and patiently waited. I was chewing my nails, as many cars whizzed by. "Someone please stop!" I kept thinking.
Just as I was giving up and was thinking through my speech to her about facing disappointment, our neighbor Mr. Brennamen stopped his car and got out. He has always been so engaging with our children. He enthusiastically surveyed the table as she watched with giddyness. "I'd like to buy that one for my daughter." he said. He chose the one of the Painter's palette full of paint splotches.
I stood there with a mixture of stunned delight, pride in my daughter, and gratefulness for Mr. Brennamen's kindess. She had made a sale! And I had been proved a hypocrite. For the next hour, more neighbors stopped to buy her art. Each one commenting on how fun they thought the whole thing was. There was even one lady who had passed by while jogging and came back later with money in hand after we had closed down and she had finished her jog. She rang our doorbell as I was making dinner. She explained to us that her kids are all grown now but was so impressed with her young entrepreneurial spirit. She handed my daughter a $5 bill and chose two pieces that hadn't been sold yet. She said she planned to display them in her office. We had never met this woman before.
This was her face after finding out that Daddy wanted every piece of art left on the table. :)
I learned something yesterday. I know people stopped to buy art from my daughter more out of generosity and kindness, than out of a need for a colored piece of printer paper. But the fact remains... it's a beautiful sight to watch a little girl set up a tiny table in her driveway. And sit there expectantly. With confidence and eagerness to share her art with the world. Shine on baby. I'm sorry for ever doubting your presence on our little street would be anything but delightful to all the passerby's. This was the most artful thing that has happened all month and I almost missed it.
This post is part of a series I'm writing for the month of October entitled "31 Days of Seeing the Art in Everyday Life." See all other posts in this series by clicking here.