by Ben Dover
published May 2017
Referencing that short period of time
during which I was trying to develop
and compose my thoughts in order to
create this article this morning, my eyes
traveled up to the wall above my computer
desk. I found myself looking at a
wooden plaque that has the words, "To
yourself be true".
The artist who fabricated this creation
is just another guy who rents a booth located
at the local Flea Market. He saws
out the designs and finishes the artwork
and makes these plaques of virtually all
shapes and sizes. In my opinion, his work
is impeccable, and unique.
For the past
two years I have befriended this artist and
admired the work that he was displaying.
I can only think of one word in retrospect
but in support of this man's work.
His jigsaw artwork is superior to any
other competitive work I have ever seen.
The piece I
time I passed
this booth, was
a small plaque
on which was a
raised and "S"
staff. Although there was no musical
meaning to the notes placed on this
staff, it was certainly correctly displayed
in every respect.
This entire piece was made of walnut
wood, and the staff was of some lighter
colored wood. Each time I would pass
this place, I would admire the piece as
being wonderfully representative of
the style of music I have played all of
my life. The artistic presentation in my
opinion displayed a form of art that impressed
I'll bet I have looked at that piece twenty times on various occasions, and
then simply walked on and forgot about
the entire episode.
This was true until one day when my
sweetheart and I were walking past his
booth. I again looked at the plaque and
then as I was about to leave, the artist
said, "Ben, you really like that piece.
Don't you?" My reply was certainly
supportive and positive. He then said,
"You now own it". I chuckled and said
something to the effect, that I didn't
have that amount of money in my pocket.
He then replied that my sweetheart
had been there earlier and had purchased
it. I was totally amazed by this experience,
and turned to my sweetheart and
asked how, when and where? Her reply
was that last night she won a prize of a
hundred and forty dollars, and wanted to
Well ... If this little tale of truism
doesn't trip your trigger, it certainly did
Have a nice day ...