She's a little bit country. She's a little bit rock 'n' roll

I bought this piece from a guy named Jake. I saw it advertised and loved it, so I called him right away to inquire and we spoke about it for a few minutes. He owns a bike repair shop in Denver and didn't have the space for it anymore - I texted him the next day and what turned out to be the day after to reiterate my intentions. I really wanted it, but wasn't able to get up there till later in the week... would he hold it for me? Turns out I wasn't able to pick it up at all... and a week or two passed. Fortunately for me, when I texted him again, apologizing for my absence..and, was it still available, he said yes.

I was really attracted to it's Mid-century modern shape. Jake (a cool, young dude with tattoos, a wild head of hair and a bushy beard) told Russ (who so kindly picked it up for me on his way home from work) that he had "painted it black a few years ago" as they worked together to load it into the truck. The thing is heavy!!

It was, for sure, a hot mess... I let it hang out in the she-shop for a while to get used to it and let it tell me what it dreamed of being. Finally I had an idea and just started sanding the heck out of it. Wow! That stuff was on to stay and as I burned through it, I started to like the look of the raw wood and the black, but I have fallen in love with blues this year - so I spread a little midnight blue on it. As I searched through the shop cabinets I discovered my watercolor pencils and started digging through the tin...searching for different colors and ultimately using eighteen as I worked on my design for the fronts of the center drawers. I always love nature in art, especially flowers, so I just opened a few doors in my memory bank and started drawing!

The piece is a combination of down home goodness with a touch of bling (crystal knobs on the two side doors).. I call it, She's a little bit country. She's a little bit rock n' roll..

S.

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