Every time a print of mine sells, I wonder, "Why?" Why that particular one to that particular place. Fine Art America only reveals the town and state of a sale so I know little of the buyer or the reasons for that purchase. I'm more excited about a B&W sale than color because I'm pretty sure they aren't buying it to match the sofa.
The below image sold today to someone in Norcross, Georgia. Now, I admittedly jump to one or two conclusions about this sale that may be completely wrong and prejudicial but it's what went through my head. Without looking at a map I imagine Norcross is rural with dirt roads and mailboxes strewn about similar to these. Norcross has hills and maybe even stills. Norcross has friendly people who wave as you drive by; there's a General Store in town run by a guy named Hank and dogs feel free to roam and sleep under benches that line Main Street. The white church steeple is the highest point in town and the fire department is all volunteer. The American Legion is a favored gathering place. On Fourth of July kids still run madly about with sparklers while dads stand in small groups, a can of beer in hand, talking crops and NASCAR, with one eye open for sparkler-induced fires. It's humid in Norcross, shades of green carpet the surrounding hills and, it's spring; flowers are everywhere.
I imagine my print will hang in small-town America.