10/07/2025
October musings.....
September was a month of no painting for me. I was catching up on loose ends at home since I'd focused on the preparations for the camp auction in August.
And as some know, my elderly father had been diagnosed with skin cancer on his head back in early August. So he was going to radiation treatments over at Pikeville, Ky. I went down to be with him and take him to treatments the second half of September. He's doing good, and I'm back home in IL.
Our family farms, so my husband and son are in the thick of harvest right now. The need to be an actively involved farm wife becomes necessary during harvest.
But I do plan to get back into the studio this week to begin planning for a painting to submit to the Peoria Art Guild member's show in November-December.
An interesting and kind of wild scenario unfolded at the camp auction. I submitted prints and the 2 original paintings, one 9x12" and one 16x20". The smaller painting was unremarkable in my estimation; I felt it was lacking in color definition. So I wasn't very emotionally invested in it, except for the subject it presented----the big rock on the camp playground where friends hung out, down thru the decades.
The prints and the larger painting sold. Then the little 9x12" came up for bid. A couple sitting behind me had decided they were going to get it for their daughter, no matter what. She wanted that painting very specifically. But a camp staffer decided to also begin bidding on it. She realized the couple was determined to take it, so she kept bidding higher and higher against them.
You know how that bidding competition builds at an auction, with everyone cheering you on? It got very funny! And that little painting went for $3,000. I could not believe it! I thought it would go for maybe $50. It's not that it was extraordinarily beautiful. But it held something precious in camp memories and experiences. And that's what sold it.
So while sitting there in disbelief after it sold, the thought based on a verse popped into my mind, "Despise not the small things." Don't project smallness onto the things you're called to do, not even the most insignificant thing your day holds. The verse is from Zechariah 4:10--"For who has despised the day of small things?" ...Speaking of the plumb line being used for the new temple. The plumb line was a small part of actually building, but absolutely crucial for establishing correct measures for sound building.
And the camp auction sold many, many items, some small, some large, but they were all important for raising funds for the viability of the camp.
Most important things are "built" one thing at a time that end up creating a whole.
And how we handle the small things indicates our readiness for greater.