Last Sunday I went to the funeral of the mom of a dear friend of mine waaaaay out in Mulberry, Florida which for a South Tampa girl (yes, that's "South Tampa" - Capital "S". Capital "T") is akin to driving to... say... Georgia for the afternoon. Way outside my comfort zone.. As I said, this is a dear, dear friend. On the drive back we happened upon
Ruby C. Williams' farm stand.
Now Miss Ruby is well know around these parts and within the art world as a particularly gifted primitive folk artist - she has actually been included in a folk art show at the
Smithsonian which ya know, if that isn't a stamp of approval I don't know what is.... Anyways, Miss Ruby is OLD. Like old-as-dirt old... Biographies state she was "born in the 1920s" kind of old. As a consequence of her age, Ruby doesn't man the Produce and Art Gallery much any more, what with painting and preaching, but Lord Have Mercy - there she was! At the stand! Out in the middle of nowhere on Route 60, just outside of Mulberry! Well, we HAD to stop... even if it meant being a tee tiny bit late dashing back to the house to help set up of the after funeral luncheon... We had a delightful, if brief visit with the estimable Ms. Ruby and I had the good fortune to purchase one of her works that afternoon.
See what happens when you leave town for the afternoon? Big Girl Art. (By the way, I did NOT wear flip flops to the funeral. The heels are in the car. promise.)
Now Miss Ruby is well know around these parts and within the art world as a particularly gifted primitive folk artist - she has actually been included in a folk art show at the Smithsonian which ya know, if that isn't a stamp of approval I don't know what is.... Anyways, Miss Ruby is OLD. Like old-as-dirt old... Biographies state she was "born in the 1920s" kind of old. As a consequence of her age, Ruby doesn't man the Produce and Art Gallery much any more, what with painting and preaching, but Lord Have Mercy - there she was! At the stand! Out in the middle of nowhere on Route 60, just outside of Mulberry! Well, we HAD to stop... even if it meant being a tee tiny bit late dashing back to the house to help set up of the after funeral luncheon... We had a delightful, if brief visit with the estimable Ms. Ruby and I had the good fortune to purchase one of her works that afternoon.
See what happens when you leave town for the afternoon? Big Girl Art. (By the way, I did NOT wear flip flops to the funeral. The heels are in the car. promise.)
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