I painted a lovely little piece of Frida Kahlo this month. I painted her like an icon, gold frame around her…on a gessoed wood panel. I learned a lot of from working on this piece. I was pleased even. My teacher hung our work up on the hall outside our classroom. One day later, Frida went missing. Stolen.
I’m not too devastated. Bummed I didn’t get a photograph of the work. Flattered that someone liked it enough to take it. Wish I had gotten paid for it…that would have been cool. “Hey I like your art work, can I buy it?” That would have been really cool. Alas.
What’s mine is theirs now, I guess. With a bit of karma attached.