"Let each man exercise the art he knows." -- Aristophanes (450 BC-388 BC), Wasps, 422 B.C.
When I was in Denver a week ago, a woman artist I don't know named Cris on a Yahoo list I belong
to, Art Gang L.A., offered her art studio shelving for free—just for pick-up. She warned it was large, but I wanted it so badly.
After church today I measured everything out and began moving or getting rid of stuff so I could get all the shelving in. That took several hours, but every time I got really tired, I’d lay down with a book and managed to squeeze in a one hour nap, too. I actually like to move things around; it makes me feel virtuous.
I have my hundreds of rubber stamps moved in to the shelving, and I’ve moved a bookcase to make more room, and I’ve rearranged my computer equipment. I’m several hours away from actually having everything ready to go, but I am so excited to fine tune “my studio” and computer room. I’ve long been a writer and claim that title easily. But, me, an artist? Who would have thunk? Loretta at Pomegranates and Paper says I am, and when I read her articles in Cloth, Paper, Scissors, I actually believe her.
This great act of generosity on Cris’s part is a good example of the power of listservs, and for manifesting something I had only dreamed of. Now, the stuff I’m getting rid of will go on Freecycle.org. Have you used it yet? Pictures will come later when I’m all moved in. Christmas or my next birthday will not be able to top the gift that Cris gave me, a total stranger. Any recent examples of paying it forward you can share here at Sacred Ordinary?