The Gypsy Party
$4,625.00 – $7,375.00
Specification
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Regular Edition | Print that is signed, numbered and hand embellished |
Special Edition | Hand embellished by the artist. Kept in his private collection and always very limited |
Shipping and Framing | This will come to you either unframed and tubed with complimentary Continental U.S. shipping – use code ARTFREESHIP – or you can add a custom frame with us. |
Accompanying poem:
Saturday night, I was driving around (it’s my usual thing, as I was born to wander), when I turned off down a red dirt road and stumbled upon a party. There were lots of pretty people there, I must say, but no one like me. I decided to hang around anyway, and after a while, I realized I wasn’t alone, as no one there was like anyone else, either. From one to the next to the next to the next, the oddities and eccentricities flowed from them like water from a roof leak across the wide-plank floor boards of a restored Maine farmhouse (but never mind that). there was no desire to make anyone think alike or believe alike or act alike, just a thick, syrupy gratitude for being given the chance to be among the knowingly alive kid joy, sorrow, regret, optimism, love, heartbreak, silliness, seriousness, pain, pleasure – whatever – they were just glad they had been granted the miraculous opportunity to explore the contenance above the fray, and as I took in that warm glow, I realized that for the first time in I-can’t-remember-when, I felt at peace with myself and my world. These were my people, I decided, and I just knew right that very minute, that no matter how long the gaps in time might be between my evenings spent with them, I would never wander alone again. They would always be riding shotgun, if only in my heart. The party wound down, I kissed my goodbyes, and after a couple backwards glances, I got in my car and drove off; my heart like an alligator. Life, my friends, is the best when everything fits together because nothing is forced to.