This piece was painted by an artist named Jeff B. Though I never saw him, he was a local artist to someone I do know. One of my friends’ father, Mr. Carter, bought this painting from a young artist who was going door to door selling his work. He had a baby in his arm and told Mr. Carter that he couldn’t find a job and was trying to support his daughter. The picture is an ocean scene. The sun is setting in the horizon. There is a ship sailing toward the sun and there are a few objects that appear to be either fish or rocks thrusting out of the water. Jeff sold the piece to him for three dollars.
Later that day, Mr. Carter showed and described the painting to us. He told us he bought the picture because Jeff could have been one of those ‘slugs’. From hearing him talk on various occasions, I know that a ‘slug’ is a thug, gangbanger, or anything with a negative connotation. After my friend and I joking and saying that the man could have been Jeff U. or any other name, selling a Jeff B. painting, Mr. Carter simply said, “Well if the real Jeff B. were to ever become famous, then he would have an original Jeff B. painting.”
The meaning of beauty to me is anything that encourages a reaction. The basis for this reaction requires reason. Possibilities are beautiful to me because they give a person reason to try to achieve something. This piece can be considered a beautiful piece by my definition of beauty. Those possibilities of Jeff being a ‘slug’ vs. him becoming famous gave Mr. Carter reason enough to buy the art.
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