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I got it at some garage sale awhile ago for fifty cents. The
woman tried to convince me that I got a great deal,
It’s the original
copy, she claims as she slips the
two quarters into her pocket, pointing at the mass produced image pawned on the
kitsch market as art.
I nod politely, ignoring her comment. She doesn't need to know that I
don’t care for her cheap print. What
I am really after is the frame. Simple
old wooden frame of sturdy construction. Somewhat beat up, few dings and
scratches only increasing its beauty in my eyes. She tries to cover those up with her fingers as
she is handing me the picture, I guess fearing I might change my mind if I
notice the imperfections.
The only thing missing is the matting.
Then a somewhat sacrilegious thought occurs to me,
Maybe I can paint over
the print and use it as matting?
I bought the print. It is mine and I am free to do with it
whatever I see fit. I hesitate for a moment before I reach out for the painting supplies.
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