Yep… DuChamp’s Nude Descending a Staircase, Dali’s Spain and Picasso’s Guitare Sur Une Table.
At least once a week one of these will grab my attention out of the blue, and I’ll stand in my living room and untwist them in my mind for a minute or two.
I have a few of my own pieces on the wall, including one I painted of my mother soon after my dad died that somehow manages to be unmorbid enough that we can hang it in the living room. I also have a print of the plans for the Sagrada Família and Kandinsky’s Homage to Will Grohmann. My best pieces, though, are a tapestry by my grandmother and a framed sculpture by a friend of my parents’. (My mom never liked it, but I always did, so I begged it off her when I moved into my new place. I have the perfect spot for it.)
I take time to look at most of it when I pass by or if I’m feeling contemplative.
Most of the other things on my walls are prints of old-fashioned maps (it’s a bit of a theme) and metro stuff.
I have a Thomas Kinkade that I gaze at two or three times every day. Of course, it’s secured to the bottom of my toilet bowl, so…
Seriously, I’ve got a lot of stuff up, and I look at it regularly. Some of it’s conventional pictures and prints, but I also have a few artifact-type objects in shadow boxes (e.g.).
I’ve always got the radar working for new stuff, too. For example, last night I went to the re-opening of the Seattle Art Museum, and was blown away by this old-Hollywood portrait (note “nude” in the URL, though the image itself is SFW except for the most prudish employers). I am now seeking an affordable source for an oversized print; got a spot in mind already. I also fell in love with a George Bellows painting and am looking into his other works.
I find bare walls almost as disturbing as a bookless domicile.
I have this Rauschenberg on my kitchen wall - it’s 54" wide. Love it, it makes the room.
We have drawings, paintings, photographs and posters in every room. Some are mine, some were done by family members (the twins have a whole roomful). I bought one painting at a show of art by mentally disabled adults – it was so happy, it made me cry.
I look at our art nearly every day. I like making changes from time to time, at least once a year. I’ve got hundreds of things stored away (mostly my artwork, and quite a few posters I used to hang).
Blank walls skeeve me out. :::shudder:::
I have like three kinds of Stuff in the house.
Stuff I chose myself because I liked it. I look at this often and with pleasure. It can be something that most people would classify as “art” or at least “decoration”, or it can be something that’s functional as well as pretty. Even the IKEA table I’ve just gotten, which is just a large flat surface under my piles of paper, I get pleasure from it every time I shuffle a pile of paper enough for the surface to show. I just happen to be one of those people whose piles of paper are gaseous in nature…
Stuff I chose because I needed it. It’s there. Pchs. I see it, I don’t particularly care about it. It’s there exclusively for function, not form. I pay as much attention to it as to the glass in the shower (which came with the house and I never would have chosen it, it being a kind that’s a pain to wash).
Stuff I got from friends, relatives, etc. and which I have only for social reasons. Say, that portrait of Mom that only gets brought out of a drawer when she’s coming to visit (I do not want to have a reminder of what I’ll probably look like in 27 years’ time, damnit!). I look at those as little as possible…
Dang – doesn’t go to the direct piece, just his page. I’ve got the one on the right in the top row (silver and organge with white bicycle) in my guest room (the wall facing the hallway, so you don’t have to go into the room to see it) – which I actually bought at that particular show.
Wait - you’ve got a real Rauschenberg? Holy cow!
My poster is the one called “Ace”.
Now that I looked at it again, it might not be 54", more like 40". Still huge, though (got it at a garage sale - framed!).
To me, it doesn’t even do the decency of going to his page. There is now an allposters.de - and of course the stupid thing shuffles me over to that one :smack:
I hate it when websites do that. If I write amazon.com I do not want it in German! (Or, thank Og for amazon.co.uk, which does not redirect - yet).
ETA: thanks for naming it, now I can see which one you have! 
Nah, the poster – which I bought at the gift shop at the National Gallery after seeing that exhibition, which was really good.
I don’t have genuine artwork, I have photographs. All beach scenes, all breath-taking (to me). They’re not huge, but they are in special frames and arranged in an eye-catching way.
I look at them quite often, and I’m blown away every time.
Here are some examples.
I look at the art on my walls or art glass on my shelves more for the memories they evoke than the actual art. The first painting I see in the hall coming in from the garage was purchased on a trip to Rome, and the street scene reminds me of walking around the ancient streets. The little watercolor of Notre Dame in my bathroom reminds me of my trip to Paris, and the silk screen nearby was done by a friend of my parents and reminds me her and good times in my youth.
Then there’s the watercolor of a sailboat in the living room that reminds me of my parents because they love to sail, and the painting of our house hanging over the mantle is a reminder of what the house looked like when it was new and how exciting it was for us to move in. Of course, there are some pieces that don’t really have a memory attached and I just look at them and smile, like the little Murano glass cat that I just love the color of and the shape.
I picked each piece out and placed it in my home with that in mind - something that will enhance my home and make me happy. I don’t sit and contemplate them very often, but I certainly look at them.
I have a gorgeous print of Maxfield Parrish’s Daybreak that I look at every day. It’s my dad’s, but my mom hates it so he lets me keep it at my house. I can’t think of a single piece of artwork that I’ve enjoyed more.
I also have an erotic photo collage of a beautiful man, and I look at it pretty often too.
–winces-- To many of us, photography is an art form.
Perhaps some of these would be considered reasonable wall art?
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I bet you can name the photographer of the Hollywood portrait linked in my message above based on the image alone. 
You darn tootin’. I’ve an original John Constable that I used to study literally for hours just admiring the composition, brush work, etc. Maybe it only gets a couple of minutes a month now, but they’re no less enjoyable. Same with the William Matthews and a couple of David Riedels. Maybe the most compelling is the 5’x4’ I had shipped from Homer, done in the style of Bruegel’s Seasons, and unfortunately I’m blanking on his name. Mesmerizing though and, yes, it still makes me stare. Heh, it’s called Julia Child’s Garbage Can and to have listened to the artist describe it’s elements, from things he studied at NYU to the elements of French Renaissance to things observed in Harlem was to sit on the edge of your chair and pray for more. That man had skill… and passion.
Interestingly enough, the pieces that I look at the most are the four Jim Woodring prints in the hall bathroom.
I spend most of my time in a room that the walls are covered in crosses and crucifixes. It may seem odd to some but to me it reminds me not to be a dick to my fellow humans so much and the sacrifice that one Man made to save me from the hate that is consuming our world .It fills my heart with love to know that one person can change everthing.
Gotta respect that. Your art does what so much art does for so many people: Inspires, humbles, awes, motivates, drives, soothes, offers connections, source of solace.
Wow, Cervaise. To be honest I recognized the style but not the name. Oh god that is beautiful stuff. I see that, even electronically, and it makes me want to take a palladium or platinum or other old-style print workshop.
Somehow, PolycontrastRC just doesn’t cut it. Nor does Ilford fiber paper, which is my personal fave for decent quality prints.
At the museum opening, they had a grouping of four classic Hollywood portraits, including the one linked, in oversized “true silver” prints. I don’t know enough about photography to know exactly what that means, but that’s what the accompanying info plaque said. All I know was, it was like looking up at the face of a god.
The guy from whom I bought my flat was from another village nearby. He had several stills from the surrounding area in the hallway, all beautiful if you ask me. I stopped to look at them and he said “ah, they’re just pics I took, nothing much.” “Nothing much? They’re beautiful, don’t knock them 'cos you’re the one who took them.” “Well, my family always say I could just buy postcards or something by a good photographer.” “And how does your family think good photographers are made, they’re found under watermelons instead of regular cabbages? These are good, period, specially these two.”
His wife looked at him, then at the two pictures I’d singled out, then back at him like she was seeing him for the first time.
One of my coworkers in a factory is a published photographer. He didn’t get to have shows and books by telling himself “bah, I do it, so it’s not art.”