No wall owned or controlled by me shall ever display (i) an Ansel Adams print; (ii) a Monet print; or (iii) an old French advertisement or facsimile thereof.
It’s not that I don’t see the art in those things: (i) Ansel Adams’ technical prowess and eye for composition are unassailable; (ii) no argument is needed for Monet’s talent and historical significance; and (iii) old French advertisements are often colorful and graphically interesting.
But they’ve become visual cliches. Every joker with his or her first post-college apartment walks into Bed, Bath & Beyond and buys these three things. They scream, “I have not given any thought to what I would like to display on my walls, but instead have simply purchased that which is most likely to appeal to a large number of people but offend none.”
What attractive, inoffensive works of art would you never hang on your wall? Or am I the only one with oddly strong feelings about these things? (It might have something to do with the daily beatings I received from my parents, who wielded framed Ansel Adams and Monet prints, topped off with whippings by way of a rolled-up French advertisement.)