[…shrug…] I’m always amazed at what other people value. I’m the only one who values the correct things the correct amount. 
Funny you mention that. I have two small Georgia O’Keefes over my bed. One is a white lily and the other is a fiery red something or other flower. Of course they both strongly hint of vagina. I refer to them as virgin pussy and whore pussy.
(They may not be actual O’Keefe prints, but just something similar my husband thought was pretty.)
I would never hang Guernica in my house, but that’s mainly because I don’t like the colors.
Oh, and I’m fresh out of 12’ x 26’ walls.
I have a French ad poster. My only defense is that I bought it right when French Ad posters were getting popular and therefore you had to actually put a little work into finding one, and it’s framed in a really nice frame. It still looks good, so I still have it up.
My ex had a number Nagel print when I first met him. When we moved in together, one condition was that the Nagel couldn’t come. He was truly confused as to why I didn’t want it in our house. That should have been a warning to me not to marry him.
I figured he was referring to this one, which I happen to own (bought it about 25 years ago) but am not hanging at present.
I’ve never thought of the posters at Bed, Bath & Beyond as “trite” (although perhaps that’s true); I was mostly impressed that people could, if they chose, own something decent.
I really hate pretty much all of the work sold at “shopping mall art stores”, Kinkade et al. Those faux Paris street scenes are the worst.Stuff like this.
Ah, the red one is Red Canna. The white one is one of the others on there.
That’s aggravating. “Grey Line” is the one I was referring to.
Athena, that is so true – Nagel is a good litmus test for a potential date.
Anything by Andres Serrano
What? Everyone has the Sad Clown pics hanging in their homes?
I’m so sick of Renoir, I can’t see straight.
I’m a fan of graphic artists like Maxfield Parrish and yes, Patrick Nagel. However, in defense of Nagel, he’s been copywright infringed beyond all measure and he has many more interesting prints than the standard sunglasses one. I have a Cordon Rouge reprint that I’ve had close to 20 years. I guess now it’s trendy/french/liquor stuff, but it is different enough from most of them that I still like it.
I’m also not a fan of the collegiate “wall o’ beer” phenomenon. I saw a house the other day that was for sale and entering foreclosure the next day. They had an entire wall shrine of Grey Goose vodka. I’m thinking that enough was spent on all the empty bottles I saw to get the house out of foreclosure.
I have a great shirt that says “Good art won’t match the sofa.”
Not a bad rule of life. 
No Mondrian, Pollock or minimalists for me. They look a little too much like that “corporate” style of abstract art you see hanging on the walls of office buildings, especially in doctors’ offices: they’re basically designed not to offend anyone by not representing anything, but to try to look avant garde while they’re at it. My feeling: Bzzzzt, no sale.
Then you’d really hate Painted With Oil. Pick a size, pick an image, pick the colors, and somehow, someone paints it and it’s shipped to you. I have no idea if they use a computer printing process (oiljet printer, perhaps? 
) or if some barely paid schmo in Left Bulgaria paints it. It’s all pretty dreadful. Their website is even worse.
I’m pretty sure it’s China - I caught something on the news about the city in China where all this mass-produced “art” is made.
Ah. Georgia O’Keeffe…
Picasso
Warhol
Goya
haring
Kahlo
rockwell
Honestly…well, most of it.
Now comic book art…that’s a different story.
What about if they are the real thing?
I have an Ansel Adams print that’s signed and numbered. Do I have to get rid of it? I’d really like to keep it. It was a gift from a dear friend.
Heh, actually, I had a brain fart at work and forgot her name. I would have Googled “vagina painter”, but I don’t want to get fired for the results. Thanks, senor.
Looking at the prints, I kinda like the Canadian Barn and the Blue River ones.
One of my best friends’ mom has a faux O’Keefe hanging in the front room. I call the front room the “Pussy Parlor”.
I’m an artist, and so were both of my parents. So there’s so much art already in my house, there’s no room for anything else.
I have a French advertising print, but in my defense, it’s a Mucha (so maybe it’s technically Czech), and it was a gift from my parents (and I was surprised by their good taste, until they said “well, it’s green, and green’s your color” sigh).
There are artists I adore, but would never have a print in my home - Klimt, for example. It’s just too cliche (anyone remember the Buffy ep where the evil vamp gang scores the dead freshmen by Klimt vs Monet?).
I’d rather just go to the museum, see the famous works in real life - they’re much more impressive there than as prints on your walls. At home, I like good, cheap original art. Support your starving artists!