And today, on errands, delivery truck, another pick up at the junction, a couple dozen boxes of kitchen stuff (really, no kidding, like WTF?) and a hundred or so paintings. The artist? A. Moder. An older, elderly even, German (?? From the accent) fellow, I shook his hand and told him how glad I was to meet him and that his paintings were selling out at the thrift shop. I didn't mention the $5.00 Price-Point.
He seemed pleased, I told him he should continue painting. That his best work was yet to come. And I think he went off to his studio afterwards...
Unloading at the thrift shop I met a fan of his. He wondered where all this great art was coming from, deceased perhaps? And I said no, I thought the same, but I was just there, met the man, shook his hand, and now he wants to know all about him...