It was Saturday morning at the Ocala Art Festival, the first of two judges had entered my booth. Suddenly my attention switched, from answering visitor's questions to the judge's. Judges only spend between one to two minutes at each booth. There isn't much time to explain your process and vision. Suddenly, I felt someone tapping me on my shoulder. I turned to see this lady pointing at one of my latest pictures, "Monkey Key." She told me, "I want that picture." I replied "Just a minute," then turning back to the judge. I now know this lady was Mrs. Street. Mrs. Street then walks over to my wife who was standing the entrance of the booth and told her, " I don't think he understood me, I want that picture!" You should have seen Mrs. Street's face when my wife told her we couldn't sell it to her. In transit, it received as a couple of small scratches on the side of the frame, and that was the reason we wouldn't sell it to her. After showing Mrs. Street, she understood. I explained that I would make another limited-edition print, delivered it to her home and hang it for her.
Afterward, we all had a good laugh. I can only imagine what went through Mrs. Street's mind that day. She had found a picture that excited her, then the photographer ignores her, and to top it off his assistance(my wife) wouldn't sell it to her. It's hard for me to write this without cracking up. I don't think I will ever forget Mrs. Street and the picture "She just had to have."