Since I showed you my ‘Magnificent Cow’ I’ve been thinking about why it is that I always have to have some form of art hanging up, before home really feels like home. Now I’m not talking about family pictures or art that “coordinates” with decor, but images that pull a personal reaction from me. My cow, for example, forces me to smile even when my day has been sh*t and and his gaze is compelling and calms me.
Similarly, this Japanese wall hanging, which is on another wall, makes me feel peaceful when I look at it, yet a little sad too. Neither coordinate with the decor, or with each other for that matter! The picture at the top of this post, by my favourite artist, hangs in my UK home (sadly, a reproduction).
I think this need to have art on the walls goes back to my childhood and the fact that I was always surrounded by it in one form or another. My father did private picture framing in his spare time so when I say ‘art’ I mean in its broadest sense. Throughout my childhood and teens, I watched different people, some artists and some not, truck through our house to collect their precious pictures. My father probably framed thousands over the years, everything from amateur and professional landscapes, portraits and photographs to needlework, decoupage, ‘little Johnny’s first picture’ and reproductions of the classics, to name but a few.
So ‘art’ in its various guises was a constant theme in my childhood and, although I can’t draw or paint and have never had the desire to learn, my exposure to a range of art when I was young has helped shape my attitude towards it as an adult.
I admire painters, whatever their skill level or tastes, love visiting art galleries and, whenever I travel, the souvenir I always want to find is a piece of art from that country. I have already collected quite a few that need to be framed and hung. Unfortunately my father has retired, so I’d better start saving!
What sort of art is on your walls? Do you have a favourite? Do you have something in your life that has travelled with you from childhood? If you don’t what do you wish it was?
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