This fellow is one of my favorite things! He is a metal sculpture named, “Man Reaching Deep Inside Himself,” but I like to call him Art. He is my personal friend, Art.
He is made by an artist I can’t remember anymore (initials TG) and I found him in Ashland, Oregon while attending the Shakespeare festival. (See - Art tells your stories!) Anytime you spend money on a chunk of rusty metal, it is gonna feel like a big extravagance, but I am so glad I didn’t walk away from him. I love that he is sturdy and strong and raw. I love that he knows that the answers to our most important questions are usually somewhere deep inside ourselves. It is good to have friends who know that.
To make room to appreciate my favorite things, like the X-Man, boxes, and the kimono, I am taking a bunch of clothes to the consignment shop today. These are perfectly nice clothes, but just not my favorites. Thus, they have spent a long time staring at the walls of my closet. These clothes need to get out into the world so they can become someone else’s favorite things. It works best for everyone that way. It is truly plenty perfect!
Annie, so true that items purchased on a trip always have a story! Great job passing on those clothes you no longer wear…I need to do that more often.
Yep- moving stuff through feels very good! My little house gets filled up very quickly!
Boy how I wish we were the same size! I love your style and I’m sure several women will be very appreciative of the clothes you’re dropping off. Love your metal man!
Thanks! It seems like I have a lot of men around the house…weird, huh?