MAY IN ART

Last Saturday I reached the pinnacle of growing up. After working in the garden (having a front and back garden is the pinnacle of being ‘grown up’, working in it is a second. By the way, I normally never do this, but now it was stronger than me and I felt more satisfied with it than with the average sale), I went into the city with my beloved.

We left the terrace in the sun and the white wine behind. We had a more important mission. Buying Art. Except for the beautiful photo Il Tempo that hangs in our living room, art connoisseurs would turn up their snooty noses at our collection. We didn't get much further than a screen print of a photo of Sophia Loren and a colored print of Maria Callas.

Until Saturday, that is. We started to awkwardly peek between the meters-thick rows of paintings and photos. Just too polished, not quite ‘us’, yet actually quite expensive. This was not going to be a great success. We thought.

Until we started chatting with the gallery owner at the exit and I spotted the art rental. My parents used to have that too. Immediately, my maturity meter rose by seventeen points. Renting was therefore also an option. Then you can take such a piece home just a bit faster.

Warmed up, we rummaged between the racks. What do you think of this? Let's do it, my love said. And this one? We'll take it. When the gallery owner looked at the back of ‘a piece’ to see what the price was, my beloved said; we'll take this one too. Haha, laughed the man, not used to so much decisiveness. But we were serious.

So suddenly we had five pieces for the wall for a very reasonable amount as well. That had to be washed down with too much wine. Before I, heaven forbid, turn into a really proper lady. That would be something.

Many municipalities have an art rental service to encourage the purchase of art. You pay a rental fee per month with which you immediately save a percentage that you can invest in paintings or photographic works.