Remember when we found that great treasure trove of old National Geographic books? Look here to see that post. Guess what my mom also found at the same time? Some really beautiful art.
Original pastels given by her great- uncle to my grandparents when they got married in 1946.
These were always displayed at their house. I remembered them as soon as I saw them. Isn’t it funny how art can evoke such strong memory? Mom didn’t have wall room in her house, so they had been stored in the basement for the last 10 years or so.
Here they are up in my living room.
See how I’m trying to cleverly disguise our air filter behind the plant? No one would ever see that, right?
The art in our house is very eclectic. We don’t choose art from a particular movement or style- we choose art that has significance to us in some way. Not totally clashing with the rest of the house is ok, too. But it certainly doesn’t have to be matchy. And I would never buy a whole decorator’s set of art or display materials. I like to build things up slowly over time.
You can see here that in one small area of our house, we have some very different styles of art.
We have a Ted Harrison style done by our son who was 9 at the time. A Jeff Daychief print entitled For All Children that my mom gave to me (we are both teachers so that is the significance there), and the pastels. All very different. All very beautiful.
And I think it works for us.
What kind of art are you drawn to?