Yes, I got another 5 to add to my wall at the Antique & Flea Market. It is the giant red gas station #5 on the far left of the photo. Actually we bought a stack of these gas station numbers. We couldn't believe out luck, but then we looked at the price and decided that we could only afford the 5. Several hours later as we walked back to the car, the vendor still had them and made a deal with us. The multi-colored 5 is a canvas John painted for my wall. Love it!
Does it seem to you that the sky is falling? It seems to me that there is just too many bad things happening both by Mother Nature and the bad corporate guys. I wish it would all stop. I remember being told all through school what a great nation we live in and how all the other countries look to us as the most successful and powerful country. Yes, we still have all the luxuries here and free choice, etc, but we seem to have lost our way somehow.
It is difficult to be depressed, though, with the trees green again and all the beautiful spring flowers bursting into bloom. Shallow on my part, but I want to be happy. Life is good for us. We are lucky, very lucky.
Maybe you'll have to collect fives now until you reach some five friendly total...like 555, or 25...or such...:D
I especially like the five that is a big stencil type and shows through the color of your wall. That's cool,and has the added bonus of looking slightly different depending on what background you put it on.
:)
Posted by: Tace | Monday, 17 May 2010 at 07:14 AM
i love your 5's! i work in a country where their word for 5 has become one of my favorite words, so i named my dog after it. would love to hear why you're a fan of 5 and, also i'd love to know if you sell your 5's. i didn't see any in your etsy shop. you can message me at jennifer@sweetsleep.org
Posted by: jennifer | Saturday, 29 May 2010 at 01:11 PM
Love the 5s! And also the canvas, reminds me of Demuth's "The Figure 5 in Gold".
I feel schizy about current events, the summer is beautiful, art is wonderful and I am a very privileged person. And yet, as my freshman English teacher was wont to say, things seem to be going to hell in a handbasket. Perhaps it's a function of age and having all this experience including our education and up-bringing that insisted we could save the world and still have plenty of energy left over to solve our every problem. Uhhhh.....I think we've at least, hit the wall of our limits. And it doesn't feel good.
We shall see what transpires, hey?
Posted by: Shirley Ende-Saxe | Wednesday, 02 June 2010 at 03:44 PM