September 13th, 2012 - 03:41 PM
One of the selling points from my daughter’s high school band at the school she attends, is that every four years, the band takes a trip to Hawaii and gets to play a few shows on one of the islands, enjoying the sand, sun and rainbows – no doubt. Both the parents and the staff hailed it as both beautiful and full of fun for not only the students but the parent as well who of course went along to “chaperone.”
There were pictures, and stories from the students, and parents. There were images painted and sighs and smiles at the memories of such a marvelous field trip the band was so fortunate to take.
I believe it’s one of the main reasons my daughter stayed in band when she felt like all her friends were graduating, or moving on. It’s why she dealt with the 12 hour days of band camp for two weeks, snatching away her last bit of summer. It’s the reason she wiped away her tears and kept marching forward year after year despite her itching to quit. Hawaii was promised.
This year was the year. It is her junior year of high school when Hawaii is supposed to happen, when her music director announces “Hawaii is not going to happen this year.” Everyone was crushed. The reason, we were told, was that they couldn’t make the trip affordable. The cost to do the Hawaii trip was just too high. As an alternative, they came up with a trip to Texas.
Texas was not promised and so it took a LOT of coaxing from me to get my daughter to start looking at the trip as an experience she will most likely remember for the rest of her life. It is not Hawaii, but it is STILL an opportunity to play with her fellow bandos and Texans alike. It is an adventure all by its Texas-self. Uncharted band territory she has an opportunity to be a part of. A part of history.
Now, the Texas trip is substantially cheaper than the Hawaii trip would have been, but I still have the financial obligation of paying my daughter’s share of $1,500 to make it happen. I’m going to be painfully honest; I still haven’t paid her band fees for this year yet. No matter, I won’t be deterred. In order to raise the funds to get by baby on that plane I’m going to sell my labor of love.
I don’t know if you remember, but back in April I hosted an art show titled, “Kobiphysics: An Art Show.” What I’m willing to do, is take the remaining paintings from the show and sell them at a discount in order raise funds for her trip. I just purchased more canvas yesterday and have also decided to create more work to add to the inventory for our fundraising efforts.
I’m hoping that you, dear reader, can find it in your heart and pocket, to help Addae (my daughter) and buy a painting of mine. This offer will be good through the end of November and after that, the prices will have to go back up.
Think about this: Christmas is coming and original art would make a sensational gift. I’d like you to think of it as an investment in me, and also in the art itself. I have a lot of irons in the fire and the value of my paintings are sure to multiply in the coming years. I’d also like you to think of how much it would help us out. You’d be helping to create an experience that my daughter will surely remember for the rest of her life. This will be a trip she will tell her future children about.
My work can be seen on Fineartamerica.com (http://fineartamerica.com/art/all/kobina+wright/all) and Americafineart.org (http://www.americafineart.org/search.asp?keyword=Kobina&s...).
Finally, I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for just reading this to the end. Enjoy the rest of your week. Please help out if you can.
Kobina Wright (A band mom)