When I moved to Santa Barbara, in '97, I went to Art On The Beach, an every-Sunday fair. There was an artist doing sculpture in metal and glass that I loved, but I decided it to hold off until I had the space for it. The most expensive one there was about $400. Next time I saw a piece by him it was selling in a gallery for $15,000. I couldn't possibly afford that, and I kicked myself for passing it up before.
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Several years later, I ran into the artist again, at the gallery, and told him my story of woe. I regretted I'd never be able to afford one of his pieces. He took me out to his truck, where he had 6 pieces that he was delivering to the gallery - told me I could have any one I wanted, for $500. I was stunned - and of course I jumped on it. I picked this one.
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