Years ago, I gave Arthur a birthday gift. I made him 100 penguins across many mediums. I used paint, pencil, pen, marker, watercolor, paper cutting, and fabric. It was stupendous.
Of course, it was a little poorly thought-out, too. I didn't frame them or put them in a book or do any other thing that would have made it easy for Arthur to look at. Instead, a gave him a pile of pictures. I thought we could have fun showcasing them together. In retrospect, it was the kiss of death for the gift. How cool would it have been for him to have come upstairs and have the entire bedroom foyer wall covered in framed illustrations, paintings, and collages of penguins? He would have remembered it forever.
As it is, he can't even remember what he did with the stack. Untold hours of my time and work lost because I skimped at the last second. Because I was afraid my work wasn't worth the effort it would take to frame it; that somehow if I did frame it, it would be conceited.
Somehow, I stumbled upon this one (alone) today. I made him five years ago, I think...
He was made using some fun and beautiful paper I had been saving forever. I love the way the purple and the green go together. Hopefully I'll find more that I can share with you.
Have you lost a piece of art only for it to resurface years later? If so, can I see it?