Tonight is my big night: my first one-man show at the local art center. I’ve worked for over a year capturing rural scenes in hopes that owners of the featured properties will buy my paintings.
“Barns and buckets”, my wife calls them. She has filled our house with large abstract expressionist works and reluctantly hangs my small watercolors in the kitchen.
I check the art center parking lot. It’s full, yet my gallery is empty. I go to the door. Crowds of people are on the porch listening to a guide praise the creativity of a metal sculptor from New York.
I see that I cannot compete so I slowly remove my pictures from the walls.
(Photo by Sandra Crook. Rochelle Wisoff Fields, Friday Fictioneers, April 12, 2013.)