A Warhol of the 20 Marilyns. A Renoir of In the Meadow. A print of a Barnum and Bailey Circus poster. In my bedroom and various other places throughtout the apartment, I have a Swingers poster, a poster that I ripped off a wall in Germany of this funky-ass Drag Queen, A Rocky Horror poster, various signed band posters that I got the bands to sign while I was working at a radio station. While at a flea market once, I found this box of old (1920s at the latest) postcards sent from some parents to their kids. The parents apparently traveled all other the world. The guy selling offered the whole box to me for $10, but I passed and have been kicking myself ever since. I paid him $1 for one of a group of Arabian men and one of Arabian women, and they are framed nicely and hung in my hallway. And I have lots of wall sconces, and one pretty impressive 6-candle wall hanging candleabra. At work, my barewalls are adored only by a framed copy of the Singin’ In the Rain poster. It endears me to my much older co-workers.
Almost everything has a celestial motif, from tiles, to oil paintings to metal castings. I do have some Clay tiles (a set of fire, rain and wind tiles, and some animal/bug tiles) from a small town where they make the tiles themelves. I go there every summer for more. I also have a huge Chinese fan from China Town in San Fran. Oh, and some paintings/drawings done by my Grandmother.
When life throws me a curve ball, my first reaction is to throw
it back. And then I realize, “Hey, I caught it!”
~ Jack Handey
I probably shouldn’t admit to this, but all I have, covering an entire wall, are team posters and newspaper cuttings of my beloved Manchester United Football Club.
And a huge poster of Eric Cantona, a French philosopher ;). I do get some funny looks when I have, er, guests over.
I have a condo with cathedral ceilings throughout, so there’s LOTS of wallspace to fill! Unfortunately, my “art” collection is somewhat sparse…
Someday I’d love to get a big tapestry to hang in the living room on the wall over the entryway - as it is now, that huge wall is completely bare. Elsewhere in the living room I’ve got a larged framed print of Escher’s Drawing Hands, and a beautiful poster-sized framed print (photograph) of a man and woman kissing in the middle of the street (at the top of the Filbert St. hill), with San Francisco below and behind them. The man has golden retriever on a leash and the dog is biting/pulling on the leash trying to drag the couple apart to get them to continue their walk. (I used to live about 4 blocks from the site of that photo, and looking at it when I was living in LA was about all that kept me sane…)
In my bedroom I’ve got a print of Suerat’s A Sunday on la Grande Jatte, my all-time favorite painting (it also graces my mousepad). My framed degree is also on my bedroom walls, and several matted sepia photos of SF: one just after the 1906 quake, and one of the Cliff House back in the 1800s (woman on horseback on the road, 3-masted sailing ship in the ocean), and two small stained glass windowpanes: one made by my mother, the other an Art Institute reproduction of a Frank Lloyd Wright windowpane. Another wall has my Nagel prints: one large framed poster of (I think it’s called) Sunglasses, and two smaller commercial prints that he did for the Art Expo and for a store called The Paper Mill.
The rest of my wall decorations consist of wrought iron decorative candle holders, several large beveled mirrors (above fireplace and in the dining room), plants on hangers, and other small miscellaneous stuff. What I mostly need is some huge pieces for the living room… anyone got a spare tapestry they don’t need?
StoryTyler
“Not everybody does it, but everybody should.”
