Eclectic, electric -- they're tastes

When Robert and I agree on a piece of art, it's like alpha and omega doing the tango in fine step, so I seize on it.

Thus it was in the co-op gallery next to the space on middle Duval that used to house Patty's Blue Heron Bookstore.

It's where we ordered our island china from Elizabeth, the potter; and while we were in there I noticed a six-watercolor image, "Key West Skies," that I liked a lot.

Robert liked it, too -- and it was almost the right size to cover our electrical box, in the living room thanks to the building codes, right in your face at the foot of the stairs. But it was a few inches short.

We tagged the piece and found out when the artist, Christine Black, would be in to do her share of shop-sitting.

I went in when she was there and confessed our philistine wish that she'd add another watercolor panel, remat the whole thing and reframe it, to cover up our electrical panel.

No problem. And three days later, there was her septych, which five minutes later was on our wall.

I can't help but think that somebody could make a fortune offering up good art framed to cover 18-by-40 openings.