By W. R. Jones
Economic times being what they are, I had to sell a part of a painting. A serious collector and long time admirer of mine (oh, ok, it is mom), said she would have purchased the painting but really only liked the top horse.
Being the consummate art dealer that I am, I immediately used a razor blade to cut out the horse and seal the deal before she could put that paltry Social Security check away.
I used some Elmer’s glue to affix a piece of canvas in the hole and repainted the background. I’ll stop by the first of the month when the next SS check comes and unload the rest of this turkey.
Say, did you ever get the feeling your mind has jumped the tracks? Ya, me too.