Passing through the grocery store, a woman stopped me to tell me how much she enjoyed my art. She recognized me from the gallery photos of opening night at a local art show. With all the hustle and bustle at the opening reception, she said it was too difficult to know which person was the artist she sought out and to tell me then…. and her husband had been waiting for her in the car! Oh, my! She added that a painting of mine already hangs in their entry and that she is confident to find another of mine that will compliment the first. What a beautiful thing to say! I was no longer walking through the store, but gliding… a few inches above the ground. It is good to be recognized!