My artist wife walked into my basement office and noticed my baseball caps hanging on the wall.
Immediately, a look climbed across her face. It was one of those unmistakable looks that only a husband notices.
I no-sold noticing.
Meanwhile, her eyes continued to slide their way along the width of the entire wall in my office, which was adorned by a new, white baseball cap rack running the entire length of the soft blue paint. Her eyes finally came to rest on me sitting at my desk.
We went to Quebec City for our honeymoon 14 years ago. It was my first and only trip to the capital of La belle province; my wife’s second visit, and her best, I assume.
We chose Quebec City for many reasons. Chief among them was the price was right. A close second was the culture, the 400-year history since the city’s founding, and the artistic expression on full display.
I thought I’d never see my artist wife again.
While I was walking out of the Art Institute of Chicago, this particular hallway struck me as fairly plain for an art museum.
Tucked into the quiet lower level, it had calm, white walls flanking a diagonally laid hardwood floor. To its left, an open-air courtyard nestled up against it, visible only through the windows. Straight ahead was a staircase to the main level. And, to the right, was a wall with a work of art on it. Which piece? I don’t remember. I was concerned mostly with what was behind me.
As I glanced back, worry, apprehension, and fear rushed toward me.
I’m not going to talk about my artist wife today. I’ve had enough of sleeping on the couch each night my weekly story comes out. I need at least one Saturday night in my own bed.
Instead, since I have previously proven my ability to appreciate historic artists like Van Gogh, I’m going to share with you the unequivocal top 4 artists of all time. My Mount Rushmore of the greats.
When I first launched these weekly stories I always knew I would make an all-star team, if you will, of all-time artists. I’ve been researching and writing and rewriting this list for months.
Yes, the iPad arrived. In all its white-packaged glory. Fully engraved.
My artist wife had a profitable year in her business and had ordered this new tool to support the digital end of her business. Unfortunately (for her), the shipment was delayed 4-6 weeks because she ordered engraving.
I enjoyed the intervening weeks. The lack of status updates on its delivery. The crucible of the unknown delivery date weighing heavily. The smug glances I tossed across the living room as a result.
Sadly, on this day, the smug glances would end.