Guess who’s grabbing 15 minutes of fame!
Because of a postcard.
I’m willing to be challenged. BUT I believe I’ve just received the World’s Best Valentine’s Angel Postcard: An angel engraved on metal, signed by the sender – my Italian Artist friend Walter. It arrived in the mail yesterday.
Walter’s title for the postcard: The Rose Petal Bed of an Angel
I happened to be at the mail box when the delivery man arrived. He popped out of his car, “I have something for you and, I confess, all of us at the Post Office thoroughly appreciated it!”
Walter primarily works as a sculptor and uses all kinds of materials that find their way to him. He used to boil turkey carcasses until they were entirely clean. Then he’d put them on the roof to sun dry. From those white bones, he’d create unique masks decorated with glued sprinklings of semi-precious gem chips supplied to him by a gemologist friend.
Last year, he told me he was creating angel sculptures. He needed dried rose petals. I bundled up a good supply from my hoard – of every colour – and mailed them to him. When asked how he was going to use them, he admitted his plans weren’t complete. He was more focused on how to use lint collected from friends’ clothes dryers.
On Valentines, this year, Walter phoned to say something was in the mail. I thought he said a postcard, but he was being vague. He only explained that the rose petals were a challenge. They lost colour in the preparation for gluing.
Huh? I decided to wait for this surprise to arrive.
The Angel arrived in the midst of one of our worst snow storms. She was exactly what this snow-shoveling, wood worn, cat coddling human needed to ease winter miseries.
Her bed of roses look perfectly fine. As she settles into those petals, neither yellow nor white petals are apparent, but the varying shades of red suggest their influence.
As I explored each inch of my 4.5″ x 7″ work of art, I discovered Walter’s signature on the left of its lower “frame”.
Then I turned it over and discovered his romantic soul – in both his words and in the title he gave this piece:
To the right of his message appears my address, the postage, the cancellation stamp – the whole authentic postcard routine!
Here’s a better look at the title he engraved on the piece.
Are my 15 minutes up? I really don’t care. This will stay in my heart for all eternity.
(NOTE: For those who may be curious: Yes. Walter does read Soul Dipper. With all his creative jam, he sweetly asks, “Where are you going now?” I have a tough time ignoring him.)