When my sister accused me of being a hoarder, she referred to my ever-growing clutter of dragons, gargoyles, and fairies. She didn’t mention anything about what I have hanging on my walls. I hoard paintings, too. I love color all around me, and an empty space invites a special treasure, right?
I love going to museums as much as I love combing through galleries. I’ll say right now, I don’t “get” a lot of modern art. Cubism, splatters of paint—they just don’t appeal. I’ve been to some of the best art museums in the world, so I know what fine art is, but I have my own peculiar tastes. Sometimes, pieces appeal to my sense of whimsy. A few months ago, I went to an art show in an old bath house in Hot Springs. I found a lot that left me cold, but several that made me smile. Take a look at my faves.
From a distance, you think—nice. When you get closer, you wonder whether he left his mother’s flatware alone. And how did he get all that weight balanced on one foot? Now that’s something I’d love to have in my front yard.
From a distance, the colors are just right for my office and bedroom. I love warm colors—yellows, reds, along with splashes of green and blue. But get closer, and you see the ship behind her isn’t sailing on the sea. It has wheels. And the woman’s hat is topped by a fish. I wish you could see all the clever, kookie details of the painting, but this one made me smile.
So, what’s the point of today’s post? I don’t have one. I woke up with my mind a total blank. Maybe you can think of topics you’d rather I talk about tomorrow. In the meantime you can wonder about the things I have hanging on my walls, or better yet, you can tell me what treasures you have hanging on yours!