around the corner is the land of dementia.
did i mention this before ?
after a long touring schedule last summer, we talked about retirement and my manager assured me that was impossible. but she did talk to an “investment professional” to offer some advice. the advice itself sounded unadvisable: stash away a bunch of money each year, and my manager suggested i should sell some drawings to achieve it. i shrugged my way out of there.
last summer i was given a residency to draw at a local museum.
i only made it there one day because of too much touring. the day i went in to draw i had my 8 year old daughter with me. i drew a couple charcoal things and she did one too. the air conditioning reminded me why i accepted the kind offer.
then the summer went away. too much touring. some months later the museum had requested that they auction one of my drawings for their fund raiser. of course, i countered.
afterwards they said they got 300 bucks for it and i wondered which one of my drawings sold. they invited me down to see a photo of what sold. when i saw the picture i didn’t recognize my own work. then i realized it was my daughter’s. did somebody invest in the drawing because it was me or because it was good ?
it made my daughter very happy.
after that, i sat back down with my manager to continue discussing things. told her the story of the mistaken art auction and the happy results. she turned momentary pale. said she knew who bought the drawing. the “investment professional”.
the end.