I learned this tip from my building’s porter. I had some artwork that was taking up space in my closet, and I wanted to give it away to free up both space and energy.
I couldn’t find a buyer, so I was getting ready to bring the artwork to a donation site, but couldn’t get a cab. Jose was putting trash by the curb, and said that if I put the artwork with the trash, someone would take it and put it up in their living room. He had seen this happen with couches, wood furniture, art, and all kinds of household items.
So I stacked one piece on either side of the pile of black trash bags. It was a freeing act, to give up control and let the universe take over. Both pieces had been displayed on the hallowed walls of the Salmagundi Club, and now they were just material objects devoid of the “art” status, broken down into the component parts of wood and glass and paper.
I went to my piano lesson with a lightness in my step. When I came back an hour later, both pieces were gone. Jose thought the man in the white van that was parked by the curb had taken them. He is clearly a discerning art collector!
I wonder where they are now. I hope their new owner is enjoying them. And I like not knowing their fate.