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.

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