Valley_girl
New Blood
- Joined
- Feb 3, 2003
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I know you guys are going to flame me for this one, but I am interested in your opinions on what happened here...
When I was in high school, I did a lot of painting. I painted this particular piece that was very abstract. It was really a painting of nothing discernible, just vivid colors. But it did have some identifiable shapes. An artistic "stream of consciousness" representation, I guess you could call it. It was very unique, or so I thought.
About four years ago, I went to an art showing in a neighboring community with my then-boyfriend. We were admiring the works of a certain artist, when I went around the corner to see more of his paintings. There, on the wall, was my painting. Exactly. I was stunned. The artist approached me and I asked him about it. I KNOW I had never met this man before, yet he kept insisting that we had met somewhere. He could not pinpoint where. He was not someone I would have forgotten (yes, he was hot) and I am very good with faces. I knew we had not met before. He said that particular painting was one of his favorites because he had woken out of a deep sleep after having a very vivid dream and painted it in his kitchen, feverishly, at 4 in the morning. The painting was special to him because he felt a very strong connection to "something" (his words) as he painted it.
I am a very logical person, and I know that this incident was just an unbelievable coincidence, but it has definitely given me pause. Weird, huh?
OK - flame away.
When I was in high school, I did a lot of painting. I painted this particular piece that was very abstract. It was really a painting of nothing discernible, just vivid colors. But it did have some identifiable shapes. An artistic "stream of consciousness" representation, I guess you could call it. It was very unique, or so I thought.
About four years ago, I went to an art showing in a neighboring community with my then-boyfriend. We were admiring the works of a certain artist, when I went around the corner to see more of his paintings. There, on the wall, was my painting. Exactly. I was stunned. The artist approached me and I asked him about it. I KNOW I had never met this man before, yet he kept insisting that we had met somewhere. He could not pinpoint where. He was not someone I would have forgotten (yes, he was hot) and I am very good with faces. I knew we had not met before. He said that particular painting was one of his favorites because he had woken out of a deep sleep after having a very vivid dream and painted it in his kitchen, feverishly, at 4 in the morning. The painting was special to him because he felt a very strong connection to "something" (his words) as he painted it.
I am a very logical person, and I know that this incident was just an unbelievable coincidence, but it has definitely given me pause. Weird, huh?
OK - flame away.