Last Spring we went to Arts Ala Carte at the high school (highly recommend) and Jas spent a majority of his time looking at one painting in particular. He was captivated by this particular piece of art and, I confess, I thought it was a beautiful painting, but I just wasn't sure why he was so drawn to it.
We came home and he continued to talk about this painting to the point that he decided to ask Maddie to be his liaison and ask the artist if he could purchase her painting. Long story short - The painting now hangs on our living room wall.
I rearranged our living room yesterday and had to move the painting so I found myself looking at it and thinking about it again. Jas found value in his painting and went after it without hesitation. I was actually embarrassed at first - What would this poor student think of my husband's pursuit of their artwork? (As it turns out, once she heard the price he was willing to pay, she was flattered and quite willing to part with it.) And I just didn't get it - I wouldn't have paid the price he did for this painting. It didn't seem worth the price to me.
But to Jas it was worth it.
I didn't find the same worth in Jason's painting as he did. But once I moved past my idea of what had value I really began to see the beauty in what Jas loved. And I began to value it too.
