It’s the opposite of “buyers remorse”. Granted I don’t experience that emotion often, but in this particular case, the act of restraint I exhibited has haunted me for years. Ok, it’s not like I think of it every day or anything, but periodically something will fire a synapse and the next thing I know, I’m at Cynthia Driscoll on Charles Street, turning my back, to what can only be described as pure genius.
It’s true that I was probably without the means to purchase this beautiful sculpture, but when has that ever stopped me in the past? It was the holiday season, and while I rarely get to Beacon Hill, it’s just outside of my circuit. I make a point every year of visiting during the month of December because it is so quaint, the decorations are beautiful, and it gets me in the spirit. That and the fact that there is one very intriguing (to me) home decor shop on the main drag. Oh there are many if you are looking for them, but this one – Cynthia Driscoll – also an interior designer – always seems to have the most interesting objects des arts.
One of her featured artists all those years ago – perhaps 7 now, was an artist out of London named Kathy Dalwood. A sculptor that uses real objects as the base for her pieces caught my attention, because she is so clever. The piece that I liked the most was entitled Gold Digger and featured a proper looking English Gal with a dramatic hat upon her head. A closer inspection revealed that the hat was actually a back end loader. A truck to you – a rather large one. It put a smile on my face immediately. I am in construction after all, and I am digging for gold through the sawdust, as we all are in our own ways. How utterly perfect is that I ask you?
As perfect as it may have been, I did not seize the opportunity, and when I went back to buy it, it was gone. Not only that, but Cynthia told me there would be no more as these fragile and special objects kept arriving broken. Quelle domage!
Why I thought of it again the other day, I have no idea – my brain is a strange and mysterious place. One could get lost in there if they aren’t careful. So I did exactly what an obsessed girl might do, I started googling with the tiny bits of information I remembered and voila. There she was – on the web all along, and guess what….I can custom order a piece. Happy Saturday.