I bought a painting.
I never buy art, but this painting called to me in a voice I couldn't resist. Its name is Lynx Lynx and from the moment I saw it I knew I wanted to own it. (Somehow the word "own" seems petty and impossible. Can anyone really OWN art?) Anyway, I knew I wanted to be able to look at it every day because it fills me with happiness and an irrepressible smile every time I do.
It's an encaustic painting (which I had to be told) and the artist is Georgia Schnore. She is 12, and I hope she keeps on making art for the rest of her long, long life. I can't explain how happy this makes me; it's a wonderful thing.
There may be one more reason why I am so fond of this painting.