Needlepoint

The Fifer

For my entire life (or at least as far back as I can remember) I have looked at this little boy. He has been sitting on a chair in our living room for the past seventeen years. He never ages, he never moves, or plays that flute of his. He just sits on our sofa—a boy in needlepoint. This pillow has always fascinated me. When I was little I would look at it and wonder about it. At one point I even took it down to my room to sit with the rest of my dolls.

A couple months ago the Frist Center in Nashville announced that they were going to have an Impressionist exhibit of paintings from the Musee D’Orsay. The posters and signs had The Fifer on them but I was so surprised when I saw the Fifer’s rosy cheeks up on a billboard on the way downtown. I passed that billboard every day just waiting until the chance came that I could go see the exhibit.

I have always had a love for impressionist art—my favorites being Boudin’s seas and Degas’ ballerinas. I was able to see both of these at the Frist as well which was so exciting, but The Fifer was nothing that I could imagine. It was much larger in person. The Frist Center was something I was looking forward to for a while, but now that I’ve gone, I just want to go again……..