Since I've been contemplating blogging about various things for quite some time, but have only gotten around to it recently, I have a store of subjects in the cue. Take for example, the following story.
Last summer this fabulous print was delivered to my house by a guy in a truck.
It arrived with this note from the artist:
It reads:
Dear Niall,
Many thanks for your efforts on my behalf over the last couple of years. I have always learned something in talking to you.
And congratulations on your new family!
Love and Best Wishes,
Philip Taaffe
Wow.
Okay. It was slightly less dramatic than the doorbell ringing and finding this six foot tall package standing there. We had a little advance notice, but no real idea. Niall was the project architect for the redesign and expansion of the artist's weekend home. Philip had told Niall that he wanted to send him something as thanks. Some months later we got a phone call from a gallery in New York City asking us for our address and when a good time might be to drop something off. Who could have known?
The most wonderful part of this story to me is that both Niall and I adore this print. We love it. Imagine receiving such a grand gift and not even liking it. What would you do? It doesn't matter. We love it. Did I mention how much we love it? One day we'll actually take it out from behind my Grandmother's piano and hang it!
