My sister-in-law, Narda, is an accomplished jigsaw artist. She puts together these incredibly beautiful jigsaw pictures. Of course some connoisseurs of fine art might prefer to call her an artisan. The artist being whoever conceived the composition and design. But if you would ever see the finished artifact of hours of patiently interlocking all the pieces to the puzzle, you wouldn't quibble about the term artist. She is a genuine time-honored artistic collaborator. After all, da Vinci had his assistants to complete the Last Supper. And shouldn't we give credit to those unsung artists who actually put together the Picasso in Daley Plaza?
Narda's been doing jigsaw art for years. She's done so many that she and her husband Joe have run out of walls to hang them on in their Bolingbrook home. Joe-- who probably knows more about tropical fish than many marine biologists do---gets her pictures framed at the local Hobby Lobby. She's partial to images of majestic tigers and other noble creatures in the wild.
She recently made a gift to us of a few of her masterpieces. Like the shimmering swimming dolphins above. The Hobby Lobby at 87th and Harlem did an exceptional job of framing it, and it comports well with the seashell pattern of the wallpaper border in our downstairs lavatory, in some way enlarging its small space. Don't they say art can be expansive?
When you come to think of it, jigsaw art is a metaphor of life itself. We have all the pieces. But making sense of the picture takes a lot of patience and skill.
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