I really have an issue when it comes to original artwork. It’s like a compulsion: I must own it. I must have it so nobody else can. Mine mine mine!!
Alcohol doesn’t help any either.
Case in point: I was at the Eagle on Saturday for “gear night”. Plus it was a farewell send off event for Mr Minneapolis Eagle for IML. Part of the sendoff involved a silent auction.
Where there was a pencil sketch/drawing of a guy in a harness and cowboy hat up for auction.
The portrait view was from behind, but he’s looking over his shoulder. It might be a “come hither” look or a “caught in the act” look. Regardless, I found it kind of sexy.
Plus it was done by an artist who based the portrait off a photo taken by one of my Facebook friends who took the picture of a local leather guy.
So I bid on it.
I ended up in a minor bidding war for it (god I hate auctions) but at the end of the evening “Tommy” was mine.
Yes, I walked into the Eagle on Saturday night looking for fun and leather camaraderie, but walked out of the Eagle alone and carrying new artwork.
I really do have a problem.
And even though my wall real estate is diminishing, I have just the spot for him in my bedroom– which is where my more sexy art goes.