‘Woman Chilling’—Mayank Chhaya
There is next to prospect of my visiting Le Trayas, a small village in the Var province of South France. Until the day before yesterday I did not even know there was a place called Le Trayas. I have to thank my painting, the unimaginatively titled ‘Woman Chilling’ for introducing me to what seems like a charming village in southern France.
After I upload a new painting to my Fine Art America portfolio I track its progress to see who is visiting and whether any has sold. The latter has yet to happen with any work of mine after more than a year and half of trying but I enjoy a fair bit of widespread visibility in terms of visitors from across the world.
While going through the list of places from where visitors checked out ‘Woman Chilling’ Le Trayas, France, jumped out at me. A quick Google search revealed what seems like an utterly picturesque place. I am curious to find out who in Le Trayas felt the need to look at my painting and to know what that person thought of the work.
‘Woman Chilling’, sketch--MC
I am quite tickled by the fact that an imaginary young woman, who began her life as a pencil sketch on a piece of paper and then was transferred to my computer to be painted digitally, found her way through to Le Trayas in France. I am always conscious of the astonishing confluence of so many complex technologies that made that possible—from the paper and pencil to my mobile phone which I used to take a picture to email and broadband which I used to transmit it to my computer—the computer itself—and then to Fresh App to paint it up and finally uploading it on Fine Art America to be viewed by someone in Le Trayas. I have skipped a few steps but you get the drift of my point. We do not acknowledge the amazing amount of work that has gone into creating this one journey by brilliant engineers and scientists and technologists.
Whether or not anyone buys a print or a tote or a greeting card or a fleece blanket with ‘Woman Chilling’ on it, the realization that it has been seen by someone completely unknown to me in a place whose existence was not even imagined by me two days ago is a pure thrill.