#57. ART GOING TO THE DOGS

 

#57. ART GOING TO THE DOGS

                "The weather was so nice I just had to get out of my dorm,” quoth the NYU student,                     “so I looked around to see what I had to sell.” 

 Her art as it turns out. Standing at a small table she smiles at all who pass. The tabletop is covered by her mall works, some abstract and whimsical, some representative like a blue convertible or a black stallion. But pasted to the front of the table is her specialty. A portrait of a dog. 

                 “That’s Jefferson. I just love my dog. And I love doing portraits of dogs. 

                 Want me to do yours?” 

 Thankfully, and honestly, I can say I don’t have a dog. 

 So, I move on to check out the tables of edibles sellers.