What would you do with an unwanted painting? It’s not a question that you come across that often. Unless you’re living an especially decadent lifestyle. In fact, just posing the question reminds me of a shameful moment at university, where the morning after a dinner party the call went up: ‘The sink’s blocked with caviar again.’
I got one of those canvas printing deals off Living Social – ‘95% off, get them before we go bust’ kind of things – and asked for a print of this lovely photo I took of Eilean Donan Castle in Kyle of Lochalsh in the wild west of Scotland.
Anyway, after some considerable delay on their part – you know how long it takes to get replacement toner – they finally sent this through.
Clearly this was inadequate, so I sent for another one, which the printing company provided with a graceful apology. But what to do with the broken one? I lack the artistic talent or wherewithal to turn it to something clever by painting over it. But then a brainwave – what we have here is a cheesy, touristy photo. Where do cheesy, touristy photos usually go? Postcards!
The final question was deciding who we should send the postcard to. It felt essential that to be qualified a real postcard it should travel a long way, preferably overseas. And to be particularly good, it should excite the interest of particularly irksome customs officials. What I’m saying is, it had to go to America. (I believe it only snuck past the gum-chewin’, gun-totin’ good ol’ boys at LAX airport in the end because of the government shutdown.)
Luckily we knew some particularly wonderful Americans who are tolerant of whimsy. And here’s the postcard in it’s new home!
Finally, a truly great life hack. I urge you to send all of your unwanted paintings as postcards. It could be the next big thing.
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