akirlu | Still Moving In (Reply)

I have recently started hanging art in the bedroom after months and months of bare walls. I guess I was waiting until I figured out the perfect solution for bookshelves in there. Yeah, right. I finally recognized that in a household with Too Much Art, sooner or later you have to cut bait and hang something. Because the bedroom is yellow, I've been favoring blue art. I dunno, it makes sense to me.

The lighthouse painting was free art -- I found it next to the dumpsters when I was spending the summer living in a trailer at Irvine Meadows West. It isn't finished -- you can tell if you look carefully at the close-up, that a few bits are still bare canvas. I guess the artist got disgusted, or felt they would never finish, or ... make up your own story. I never found out who painted it, but it pleases me to have saved it from oblivion.

The hyper-impressionist pillar and landscape Hal bought from a classmate of his at Pomona, Ben Kinmont. I think it's amazing work for a twenty-something. These days he apparently only does performance art. Pity, really. He had a hell of a thing going as a painter. I like having this piece over our bed because it reads just as clearly with my glasses off as on. I think of it as the summer twilight view from a Southern porch, looking out over the trees eaten by kudzu monsters.

And yes, I have succumbed to the granny lure of plates on the walls. I just loved the color of these Spode plates and trivets, but they go far better in my bedroom than with any of the rest of my dishes. So on the wall they go, where they can put a smile on my face as I bumble my way to the closet in the morning.

Bit by bit, we move into our house. I wonder if we shall ever finish.