That, my friends, is the purchase price I paid with no hesitation this very afternoon for a piece of distinctively American art; damned near a sliver of the True Cross. The stuff of dreams.
Today, I became the proud owner of a Velvet Elvis.
Miles and I went on our usual springtime Friday afternoon treasure hunt to country rummage sales, our bargain radars spot on and homing on a target. The force was strong; our beacon was registering off the charts...and sure enough, just outside of town, there he was: The King. Tucked away in a corner of a farmhouse garage, wrapped in plastic and almost lost behind an old pair of skis and still another barely-used Bowflex.
Marked at: two dollars.
The money practically flew out of my wallet.
This piece, I believe, originates from the "Elvis As Mayan God" school of velvet artistry. Note the rich chocolate hue of his skin and the padded green cape; this is Elvis as he would have appeared in the ruins at Palenque, crooning to his ancient subjects.
It is beautiful, and it is mine.
It hangs now on the wall of honor in my den, not far from the mini-Brett Favre bobblehead, casting a warm, magic glow over my workspace.
Best two dollars I've spent in a long time.
6 comments:
The King, wrapped in plastic. There's something very 'Twin Peaks' about that.
I guess it's an ok purchase. Since they didn't have a real classic, like "Dogs Playing Poker".
But what's with the template change?
Hell to the yes! It's a BEAUT.
Dammit! That would look perfect next to my computer!
Hey. I tagged you. See most recent post. Enjoy!
How could you pass up such a bargain? Makes me think of that bizarre movie, "Eating Raoul" -
"And we'll have some of those really nice paintings, the velvet kind!"
All for "two dollars!" - priceless, I say.
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