What do you have on the walls of your home?

i wish i had swords !!

i just have mostly posters of bands, some photographs and a few framed paintings


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Two Bev Doolittle framed prints, framed pix of my grandparents, large framed picture of a black cat on a grand piano, wall clock, three bunches of dried roses (red, yellow, orange), wooden musical notes, framed picture of Brian and I, and a framed teacher’s proverb: “Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not depart from it.”


Teaching: The ultimate birth control method.

Laura’s Stuff and Things

A few Thomas Kinkaid prints
a few Terry Redlin prints
lots of bookshelves
a signed poster of the now defunct band Vixen
a small poster with a picture of a rooster with the caption “I’m so confused I don’t know which way to point my pecker”
an original charcoal drawing by a local artist Richard Morton
my two degrees from SIU/C
a few shadow boxes with all kind of useless stuff that I’ve collected over the years
a Springer Spaniel calendar
a Star Trek Insurrection calendar
a few “Starving Artist” oils
a pad for sketching flowchards and data diagrams


This sig not Y2K compliant. Happy 1900.

On my walls…hrm, several paintings of my various RPG characters, some paintings by Susan VanCamp (A fantasy Artist.) As you may guess, I am big on science fiction art. Above my computer is a crashed platter from a 20" harddrive, and the mask plot of the first DCP chip that I characterized. I want to also get a Reticle of one of the chips that my company obsoleted, and am trying to decide if I want to transfer the framed wafer from my cubicle to my homes wall.


>>Being Chaotic Evil means never having to say your sorry…unless the other guy is bigger than you.<<

—The dragon observes

This year’s Maxim calendar.

My rommate actually dominates the room, I’ve not much wall stuff. I’ve not any, actually, it’s all his, even the calendar.


I sold my soul to Satan for a dollar. I got it in the mail.

Living room…

A tapestry portraying Pomona, the Roman demi-goddess of orchards and fruit-bearing trees.

A Japanese screen of cranes, symbols of longevity.

Over the fireplace, a reproduction of that painting by Cot, the French Salon artist, of the two young people running to get out of the rain, the one where the boy is wearing pretty much a loincloth and the girl is wearing what looks like a nightie. It’s been called “the worst painting in the Metropolitan Museum.”

Over the piano, a huge mirror in a heavy frame.

Dining room…

A chromolithograph of Max Alvary in the role of Siegfried.

A painting of a bear my daughter did when she was eight.

A charcoal drawing by my sister-in-law of an evil topless succubus.

A Japanese screen of purple irises, symbol of…hmmmm…vaginas?

Over the fireplace, a reproduction of Bastien-Lepage’s painting of the appearance of the three saints to Jeanne d’Arc. It’s been called the SECOND worst painting in the Metropolitan Museum.

Hallway…

Four prints by WEIRD TALES pulp magazine illustrator Lee Brown Coye.

Kids’ rooms…

Framed posters of children’s book art, by folks like Chris van Allsburg, Barbara Cooney, and Barbara Bash. Also a painting of a seashore framed in an old window sash from someone’s beach house.

Master bedroom…

A lithographed aerial view of Sheboygan, Wisconsin, circa 1885.


Uke

In the kitchen: Grime
In the living room: Mother & Child by Renoir, Le D’jeuner by Claude Monet, my Great-grandmother Katter’s beautiful confirmation certificate (in German), my grandmother and grandfather’s wedding picture, an old portrait of my father-in-law and an old portrait of my mother-in-law. And grime.
In the study: Bookshelves, a bulletin board, and a painting of a little cabin tucked into some trees near a small lake at sunset on a stormy night by a local artist whose name escapes me.
In Bowen’s bedroom: Wooden plaque-ish animals (two elephants, two lions, and two giraffes, I believe) that went along with the whole Noah’s Ark nursery thing we did, and a poster of Spiderman that Byron did. And lots of grime.
In our bedroom: So very little…just two small framed dried flower things.


“It’s okay. I wouldn’t remember me either.”

9 calendars. I know, I’m weird…

I have a Mucha print, an original oil painting from TV’s QVC (a well-loved gift), a photo of a Hammond B3 organ and Leslie 122 speaker, and lots and lots of former food particles…

Sweet Basil

Not much, but I’m in the mood to post something.

An ancient mirror (3’x4’) that is very dark, my degree from UT, a calendar from my insurance agent (Norman Rockwell paintings), an oil painting from a friend that is sort of an exercise in perspective, with the moon as a subject, a straw broom, a Japanese watercolor of some kind of flower, a poster by a guy named Micael Priest that was going to be cover art for my ill-fated production company’s first CD, and, although it’s not actually on the wall, a japanese screen depicting a tale I’ve contemplated since childhood. And a thermostat.

Paint

It pains me to call this dump my “home,” but I’ve got a Dead Kennedys poster, a Pavement poster, an Elvis Costello poster, cheap concert flyers from Violent Femmes and TMBG concerts I attended, a Taxi Driver poster, and some paintings I cut out of art books, featuring such luminaries as Duchamp, de Chirico, Rembrandt, Degas, Ensor, and Modigliani.


“The world is everything that is the case.” --Ludwig Wittgenstein

Cobwebs.


I have included a certain amount of filth to please the gentlemen of the press.
–Baudelaire

Movie posters :
“Star Wars”
“Casablanca”
“Pulp Fiction”
“Fargo”
“Fight Club”
“X-Files, Fight the Future”

computer room has life sized stand up of Dart Maul

dining room is a tribute to Bogey, lots of pics and posters and a very nice framed set of Bogart US stamps

All very bachelor like, I apologize.

(Does the slice of pizza on the kitchen ceiling count ?)


“A single lifetime, even though entirely devoted to the sky, would not be enough for the investigation of so vast a subject.” - Seneca

On the wall to my left is a mural, larger than life, floor to ceiling, of the west wall of the interior of tut’s tomb, it’s him meeting the gods before passing over the river, it’s cool, beside that is a portrait of albert einstein with the quotation, ‘peace cannot be kept by force, it can only be achieved by understanding.’ On the opposite wall is a photo of my grandma when she was 103 years young with a big smile on her face.All this and a huge desk in a tiny little office with a view out onto the street and postage stamp front yard. Currently we are buried under snow.

WALLS!?!?!
your suppose to have walls?, Thats why my house is so windy, and you should see my heating bills.
so where would one get these ‘walls’?

Almost nothing except paint. We just moved in and are still buying things to cover all the walls.

A clock in kitchen.

Over the fireplace–A picture of a field of wildflowers with a woman standing in front a cottage.

In the entry–A picture of a forest with the sun’s rays shining through the branches and leaves.

If there were angels hanging themselves in my house I’d be a bit concerned.

What we put up tends to stay up forever, be it dried flowers, cartoons clipped fm newspaper, or oil paintings. In living room, experiments in photography: poster size enlargements of a bridge, waterfalls, a stream and woods in Lake Placid, a winter sunrise over a nuclear power plant, gigantic blowups of a petunia; many of these with rainbow star filter effects. Several plates, mostly birdies and kitties, but a couple of gloomy gray winter scenes are my favorites, I don’t know why. In the kitchen, a framed 18" x 12" folk arty cardboard ad for catnip, in French and English, advertising “plaything for felines”.
In husband’s den, more awards, ribbons,metal posters advertising rifles, framed pictures of hunters/hunting/hunted, several sets of antlers, etc. In bedroom, there is a vast expanse of wall because we can’t agree on what to hang up there, I want Maxfield Parrish or a glum snowscape or an old fashioned ship at sea or part of a Roman mural. We have looked at prints of all of these. He wants pictures of horsies or kitties. So we have compromised and have nothing. Except two framed little shadowboxes with pressed pansies.In daughters room a sweet print of a teddy bear tea, nicely matted, only a small chip in the frame as I saw it in the middle of the road 10 years ago on the way home, got one block from the house and turned around and drove 15 miles back to get it.

Pictures of Christ, pictures of our family, pictures I and my grandmother have painted in the past, and some cruddy pictures Mom got at D.I. (Deseret Industries, a thrift store).


“Are you now or have you ever been a member of a communist dishwashing organization?”
Frank Burns, MAS*H