|
|
|
|
Mon, Jul 25, 2005, 1:32am (EDT-3) (Charlie=A0Self)
informs us:
Used to have one of those. My first wife may still have it. It was pine,
out of the Hudson River Valley, made about 1800, or maybe earlier. Nat
piece of furniture, even finished in that horrendous deep red milk paint
that was so popular back then. The one I had had a lift up section in
the seat, with box underneath that was handy for storing kindling.
I think it's always neat to have a multi-purpose piece of
furniture, especially something like this. Probably a lot more handy in
the old days. I don't really mind furniture painted, as long as it's
not distressed. But, the piece I saw used a horrible pink I believe it
was, for the top, and two or tthree other, just as bad colors, for the
rest of it. The total result was definitely NOT something I would want
in any home of mine. Or even in my yard. Too bad, because, even with
his mediocre workmanship, it could have at least looked reasonable, if
he'd just chosen one, decent, color. Instead he termed himself an
"artist", and made it look crappy.
I've made some pretty crappy stuff, usually experimenting,
including a few things I've kept and used. But, I'd be ashamed to offer
any of them to someone else, and ask mony for them, which may be one
reason I don't call myself an "artist". If I ever start painting
pictures and sell them, maybe then I'd call myself an artist.
JOAT
Blessed are the flexible; for they shall never be bent out of shape.
- Unknown
|