I have arranged for another trade.
The artist has a studio in Indiana; and his art is without a doubt remarkable.
So yes, I am once again incredibly excited.
And once again I am sad.
I saw Dora Maar, hopefully not for the absolute last time, but no doubt for the last time in a long while.
Just as I have done with all the paintings, I parted ways with Jeanette’s painting at the UPS store. This time I had more tact – I didn’t blurt out anything as the agent took her away. But I sighed as I left the store. I loved that painting.
Excited and sad. Perhaps I have been teaching too much Sartre lately, but in the last month or so I have been particularly aware of latent contradictions in my psyche. If Sartre is right, there is no escape from such contradictions. One must simply live them out.
But I must admit – I don’t really like Sartre all that much. And I must also admit -- I’d rather not live with contradictions. Indeed, I’d much rather be excited than sad. So for at least now, I am going to act as if Sartre is wrong and simply go with excitement.
So once again: Yay!