It's a small thing, and I don't know if anyone would care except me, but I find this significant, synchronistic... and mildly entertaining.
In early 2007, a friend of mine performed an original piece that was set in a bedroom. She brought in this lamp to the Black Box to help create the effect, and the lamp just never went home. Over the next year, the lamp saw plenty of use in the Black Box, especially when the overhead lights were too much.
In 2008, I integrated the lamp into the installation of my piece Cogito Ergo Sum, which was installed in the Black Box for one evening. Shortly after that, the lamp disappeared.
Fast forward one year later. Cogito has been accepted into a juried show (Out of a Box; Sebastopol Center for the Arts). What will I do about the lamp? I drive all over, looking in thrift stores for a floor lamp. Any old lamp would do, but there are exactly none. None at all! This seems odd, but what can I do?
The day comes to deliver the piece. I drive over an hour to drop it off. I assemble it, show the gallery installer the bits and pieces. And then she asks, "Wasn't there a lamp?" I have to admit that the lamp has gone missing. I promise to look for one to install before the opening in three days. She doesn't seem hopeful, but I have a good hunch, and ask for the nearest second-hand shop. The docent on staff happens to work at a charity shop 2 miles up the road. They give me Northern California style directions ("Go with the flow for a couple miles; then you'll see an Albertson's, which is now called Lucky.") and I set off.
Lo, and behold. I walk into the shop and there it is. The lamp. A dead ringer. A doppelganger. Seriously, it could be the same lamp. It's the only floorlamp in the shop. It works. It's $5. It's mine!
What are the chances, I ask ya?