What soothes your soul? Where can you go to feel like the you that you have always been? A place where you walk through the door and suddenly everything feels right?
For me, it is an art supply store. I spend countless hours on a keyboard and although I am a technojunkie, I miss the materials. I can’t help it, there is something about the tactile part of creativity that has gotten lost in all the digital stuff I do and I crave a good old fashion art supply now and then.
There is something about walking down those aisles that feels so good. The smell of the colored pencils, the way the gold flake looks in those little packages, the decorative papers… oh G-d I simply love the decorative papers. And then all those solvents and brushes, the clays and… well you get what I mean.
For some reason when I walk through the doors of a real art supply store – not one of those chain craft stores – but a real old-fashioned art supply store, I feel so at peace. All of the sudden I am a high school art student with a list of supplies in my hand and a semester of stuff to make exploding out of my head.
Sadly these stores are becoming more and more scarce. The giant Pearl Paint that was the art store of my childhood closed recently, leaving me with no replacement near the zip code. Until last week when Blick Art Supply opened in Carle Place.
And there I was on Sunday, strolling the aisles and feeling like me all over again. What could be better than that?
If I ever doubted why I carry a camera in my bag at all times this little frivolity confirmed my desire to always have one handy.
When I see an item like this I wonder if it were transported to a different context might it be seen as the hottest fashion craze? Hang one off the arm of an Olsen twin and these things would be flying off the shelves instead of hanging on the sale rack. The very same sale section where I spotted the Ricky Martin lunchbox back in October.
The odd thing is that these items were not found in a novelty store. I saw them at Pearl Paint, an art and craft supply mega-store that I always make excuses to visit as often as possible. This is the art supply store of my formative art student years. I simply feel better in those aisles with all those tubes and brushes. Yeh well, ok.
This bustier purse begs the question, “What art supply store buyer would make the choice to stock this item in the first place?” Going through supplier catalogs checking off inventory: oil paint, brushes, gold leaf, erasers, drawing paper, hot pink satin bustier purse with rhinestone accents, erasers, picture frames, clay… Sorry don’t see the logic here. Kind of like the Where’s Waldo of retail.
You know, looking at it now it is growing on me. I am kind of sorry I did not purchase it.
Hmmm, do you think it will still be there tomorrow? Seriously, this could MAKE any outfit at a North Shore Long Island Bar Mitzvah, no?
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