First and foremost, the Ransbottom-Robinson garden pot (see 2013 post) has a new home tonight. It sold in the grand tradition of all great auctions: value for a price; want vs. desire; give and take; satisfaction and joy. Every body was happy, but I might have come away a little happier. I got some unusual pictures.
However, every thing in life is a trade-off. I've been going to this architectural antique dealer for about three years, now. It's a family owned operation in its third generation and today I saw in print and heard it from the second generations mouth that the place is for sale. Another family- owned business, even in the days of Craig's List and e-Bay, will take leave of a tradition that built this country (with both gentiles and Jews).
The American scrap dealer, albeit the hand-pushed carts of the 1800s and early 1900s; the modern dump trucks and electro-magnet lifters, of the 20th or 21st century looses when it comes to source material for art. For it is that that is found at scrap yards world wide. Every time you see a new house foundation or a new sidewalk or swimming pool use a sticks of reinforcing bar, it was the local scrap dealer that sold the scrap that got melted down by the steel mill to make the rebar. Another basic industry in America is slowly loosing the businesses that have an eye for art--folk art.
Here is a classic example:
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| Monkey on a Bike |
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| Roadrunner Bird |
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| Parrot Bird |
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