Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Lost paintings that weren't lost after all
Last Wednesday I went to pick up my paintings at the place where I had them last month from the art walk. I was horrified to find when I got there that the manager had taken all my work down and stored it in a warehouse area. I have never had that happen at any show. They always want me to be there to take my work down. One of the other girls art was in there too, and the manager just left me alone with it and said I could carry it out another door, not through the place of business. I was not happy. I carried my work out the door and across the street, stopping by a tree to re-arrange it when it seemed precarious. All the way home, I kept feeling really uneasy about it all, and after an hour and 20 minute drive home, I realized that Simone at Happy Hour and Lucy in A White Garden were not in my car. Now, it takes a lot to get me mad enough to call someone out. But I was really mad.
I called the general manager and told her two paintings were missing and tried to control myself from really going off on her. She went and looked in the warehouse area, and then said she would check with the other woman who had already picked up her paintings to see if she got them "by accident". By now, I'm freaking out, pacing, crying, imagining that they had been stolen by the other woman or someone else. Really, really mad. About 45 minutes pass, and she calls me back and says the woman does not have them. Then about 15 minutes later, she called again and said that a patron had found my paintings on the street! Leaning up against a tree! So it was all my fault! And then I felt bad because they were out there on a busy street in Seattle for over 2 hours and nobody stole them. Or maybe nobody stole them because there are still nice people in the world.
I felt like an idiot.
I got the paintings on Monday.