Since gallery walls are all the rage these days, and since I had a wall begging for attention, I decided to jump on the train before it completely left the station. A few months ago, I showed a wall with just a few pieces of art here. It is located in our hallway that connects the foyer to the great room.
Voila! My intention when I originally hung some art was to disguise the thermostat. It worked because I really don’t notice it now.
None of the frames match, the matts are different, and the colors aren’t the same, but I love the way it looks. It looks as if it is art gathered over time. And guess what!! It is.
Everything on this wall has special meaning. And by the way, I took this photo when the morning sun was shining through the transom window over the front door. I love that time of day.
We have lived in three homes with our children. We built this Dutch colonial in 1980. An artist painted a mural on Baby Jordan’s bedroom wall, and she also painted this water color. The brick was not the orangey color that it looks like in this painting.
This is a pencil sketch of the third home we lived in. We moved to our present townhouse from this home once our kids flew the coop. Unfortunately, we had a rendering of the second house, a big Cape Cod, that we built, but I gave it to the new homeowners when we sold it. What was I thinking???????
These are two post cards my grandparents exchanged while he was in World War 1. In an earlier card he expressed the hope that she would be there for him when he returned home. She clearly let him know her intentions.
My mother painted this oil of our son and nephew as little boys. Our son is the taller of the two. She painted it from a photo we took on a camping trip.
This belongs to my brother, but I am having a giclee made of it.
This water color was painted by an artist who sells regularly at the annual arts fair in the park across the street.
I know they are generic, but red geraniums are my favorite garden annual. They remind me of the time when Mr. Right and I lived in Switzerland as newlyweds. Geraniums were everywhere.
This P. Buckley Moss print reminds me of our son and the pet goat we had when he was a little boy. We had a great time with that goat, named Symphony, until he grew up. Eventually, we gave him away.
My mother really likes the art of the late Tasha Tudor. This note card from Mother shows some of Tasha’s work.
This is a water color on a note card that shows the highest peak that we bicycled to this past September when we rode our bikes from the top to the bottom of France. Here’s a little hint about how high up we were: It’s at a ski resort!!!