What is on your walls?

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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In my living room I have hanging…

Above my mantle…

An 8 foot tall section of Rockwell’s Rosie the Riviter.

On my mantle in frames…

A black and white portrait of my Mom, either when she was a Senior in High School or in her first few years of college.

My favorite of six 8x10 photographs taken by my girlfriend this past summer while she was on an Olivia “Active Vacation”…without me…but I’m not bitter…hiking and biking in Bryce Canyon, Zion, and The Grand Canyon.

On the rest of my walls…

The other five of my girlfriend’s 8x10 framed photographs.

An old framed family photo of seven ancestors spanning 4 generations of my family taken when my grandfather was about 5 years old. He’s the only boy in the picture.

A black and white photograph I bought at an Atlanta art festival a few years back. I can’t remember what the filtering technique is called, but any light shade is intesified to a brilliant white. It is a picture of a wooden bench in California Redwood forest back home called Founder’s Grove, and the bench and the bracken ferns behind it are glowing they are so white.

A black and white nude photograph of a college friend of mine, taken by another college friend of mine.

A colored pencil drawing of red grapes on the vine, drawn on a scrap piece of burgundy mat. The same college friend artist as the above photo.

A Nagel print.

Two Steve Hanks prints.

A charcoal drawing print by Rene Porter that I can’t seem to find online anywhere. It is called The Sun is a Woman.

In my cube at work…

A Flaming June print.

A Hylas and the Nymphs print

My computer wallpaper…

Monet’s Bodmer Oak

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Not very much. I’ve got a calendar hung by the computer, a clock and a souvenir towel from the San Diego wild animal park in my bedroom, a watercolor of a palace in Berlin in my hall, a tapestry of a roadrunner in my living room, and I just got my cuckoo clock back from my parents and it’s hanging by the front door.

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A Far Side Calendar for next year.

My timetable for university.

My timetable for coursework (oh, the pain).

A Serenity poster

4 Star Wars: RotS postcards I got free with the DVD, and a huge poster for it too.

A life-size carboard R2D2 film advertising prop.

A Guiness “party with us” 2005 hat, a santa hat, 3 baseball caps.

A mirror.

My TV aerial, stuck to the wall with blu-tak.

A little light, the kind where you press the actual light part to turn it on and off. It needs new batteries.

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Above the piano: a photograph of a white horse in front of some old cliff dwellings (their name is the name of the photo and I can’t think of it), a Doel Reed print of a similar N. Mexico landscape, a goldfish watercolor by Zoa Ace, an oil of a southern Colorado butte by Kyle Meredith, a still life (acrylic I think), a nonobjective acrylic by a Denver artist known as Rasta (former graffiti artist, may still be one for all I know), an assemblage by Louis Recchio, an ink drawing (of me) by a guy who was in the art class I posed for in college, a polo poster (kitchen) and a flower poster (kitchen), a series of old maps (Denver in the 1880s, some other little town, also long ago) on the stairway, Joseph Raffael serigraph (another fish), Edward Hopper calendar (which does NOT include Nighthawks), two small oils (nonobjective) by my husband, his most recent painting (water lilies, oil) over the couch, blown up copies of my book covers, a MOMA calendar featuring shoes, three very messy bulletin boards (not all in the same room) with old Domino’s coupons, Far Side cartoons, Oscar Wilde quotations, Dorothy Parker quotations, all my passwords although in somewhat cryptic form (not too cryptic though in case I wake up stupid some day), and this is really a lot of junk for a house in which there are an awful lot of windows and bookcases.

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I have W.A. Bouguereau’s Le Livre de Contes (the story book) in my room, along with a gorgeous map. Also on my walls are some framed pics from my trip to the Cascades a few years ago, and a “Coffee shop - open 24 hrs” sign.

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A Chinese wall hanging
A mirror with frosted decoration of a deer and trees
Some kind of framed carving set on fabric of (I think) Russian domed buildings
Small calendar featuring Auckland history
Faxed copy of photo of close friends from down country
Picture of a horse-drawn rail wagon loaded with a kauri log in the Waitakere Ranges
Carved elephats in a frame that’s falling to bits
Drawing I did of an old bank
Another calendar, showing old transport.
Plastic Chinese dragon thingy hung from the wall with red cord
Maori souvenir paddle
Niuean woven basket
Framed print of horses playing in the surf
Picture of two wolves
Wooden shelves (small) for nick-nacks
Mirror featuring the Chilean ship Esmeralda
A barometer hung by a cord around it

And … cobwebs. I need to dust. Badly. :slight_smile:

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Various stuff, but I’m most amused by a pairing in our living room - the mixed-media portrait of Ed Gein that a brother-in-law (who’s quite an artist) painted, hanging next to a mounted deer head. Oh yes, I most assuredly did hang those together purposely. :smiley: (The deer is one my husband shot. If I have to have any taxidermy around as decoration, I get to decide how it’s displayed.)

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My mom’s an artist and collector of art, so it’s easier to say what we don’t have on our walls. I suspect I’m getting all of this at least half-wrong.

Hokay. In our living room we have a charcoal sketch-drawing of a couple of nude female models my mum drew, and a conte drawing apiece from my brother and me (a vase of flowers–we were supposed to draw this as an exercise during summer camp one day). In the kitchen we have a small panelled mirror hanging just next to the pantry-windowsill, it looks very Provencal.

Along the corridor to the front room we have a bulletin board with a couple of calendars pinned up on it and a whiteboard we scribble phone messages (or in my brother’s and my case, funny-bizarre-random stuff) on. In the front room proper there’s a huge mirror, and an old medieval bronze relief that our grandmother gave to us from her travels.

On the opposite side of the stair railing, as you go up, there’s a big framed patchwork quilt (and the edge of the frame always, always catches your sleeve as you go up, and swings the picture around wildly on its hook as you try to right it–it’s a nightmare early in the morning). I think it’s an old quilt from when Eric and I were babies, but I’m not sure.

In my brother’s room there’s a handmade collage by my mum again, from when we went to New York, and a couple of anime-style posters–a pencil sketch of a samurai swinging a sword (this is very my brother’s style, very artsy and cool). He’s got shelves up, too, where he puts all his CDs and crayon pencils.

My mum’s office–my mum has desk lamps, a TV shelf, my school schedule, another whiteboard, more loaded shelves, and a photo montage on the walls–photos of all of us, the whole family, crammed into one big frame–littered around everywhere. She’s also got a spare bulletin board tilted up against the wall, on top of one bookshelf. God, this woman’s worse than I am. :wink:

My room has mostly artwork–a Van Gogh (the sunflowers in a vase), a Lawren Harris, an old-fashioned print from Vieux-Montreal of the snowy city streets all a-sparkle, a poster of a ink-drawn Renaissance New-World map, Salvador Dali’s exquisite ‘rose in the desert’ painting, an Escher drawing, and a Cezanne. I think that sums it up.

Mum’s got–hang on–she’s got nothing in her room, but along the hallway she has up a couple of pictures of Eric and me when we were kids, in little frames, and some freaky black ink-blot abstractionist painting. And there’s another mirror just beside the door to our bathroom, with this spirally gilt frame.

And that’s just for now.

We’ve had so much weird, creepy, beautiful stuff on our walls… :slight_smile:

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On this room’s walls I have two maps, one of the world and one of China. Both are in Chinese and the China map has a picture of the Communist Party emblem on it, a picture of the Chinese flag, a table showing distances between major cities and the score for the Chinese national anthem, with words (yes, it has words). The world map has radial projections from the North and South Pole and if I want to find a country I mostly have to recognise the outline because I’m pretty close to illiterate in Chinese.

On the opposite wall are two family portraits of me with my parents taken when I was nine. Along that wall is a shelf holding a blown emu egg, a ceramic pig I won in an art competition when I was a wee kid, a cheap glass go set and a framed picture of my dad after he completed his doctoral thesis, lying on the floor of his lab buried by copies of his thesis. There are also two dictionaries and a thesaurus, a useless mousepad (useless because it’s red, and doesn’t work with a laser mouse, and I thought the whole point of a laser mouse was so you didn’t need a mousepad anyway), a stack of blank notebooks and some other stuff not worth mentioning.

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Here’s a few of the images I could find:

This One

and this poster

and this poster

I have a few pastels and watercolors that my friend Harry did, a wonderful artist, he passed away about a year and a half ago. I love his pictures and he still inspires me.

I see you have Hylas and the Nymphs, William Waterhouse was one of his favorite artists.

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Absolutely nothing.

“Nothing?” you ask, figuring there has to be at least a calender or a poster or some dried snot.

“Nothing,” I respond, reaffirming the fact that my walls are indeed completely bare and lacking coverings and decorations.
I’m so unpicky about decorating my space that I’m a blank slate. Any roommate/girlfriend/wife who shares my space has total decorating control.

[sub]yeah, i’m boring. so?[/sub]

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We have any number of framed picture prints and sconce-type things. The only one I really like is one of a cowboy riding a horse down a hill in the rain. It’s huge. I worry that it will fall off the wall and injure someone someday.

The room I am in right now, however, has nothing on the walls except various push pins stuck in it, and some remains of sticky tack left by the last people to live in the room.

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In the living room: 4 glass shelves over the couch with assorted dog and horse figurines

Over the fireplace: Ceramic plaques that my mother painted many years ago , a farm scene in the center , and the 4 seasons around it.

Beside my computer desk: A large tapestry with Irish , English & Gordon Setters on it. On the other side of the desk is a 2005 Legolas calender , and above the desk a cross stitched picture of meerkats a friend did for me.

On the wall by the front door is a painting I did of my first Gordon Setter , Holly. Webshots - Wallpaper / Screen Savers

In the dining room: Over the entertainment center: a really old , really ugy cheap painting that is going to be replaced ASAP . Over the love seat are several Gordon Setter and Papillon prints. On the East wall are my show pictures of the dogs, the titles they have won framed , and the trophies on a shelf.

In the hall: 3 brass butterflies by the thermostat. An 8" X 10" picture of Kharma and a plaque my old girl Fancy won.

My bedroom: Oh jeeeeez… Shelf after shelf of model horses. On 3 walls. Hundreds of them. A 5 feet tall poster of Legolas. A small shadowbox with little assorted figurines. A painting I did of my first 3 Gordons , Holly , Abbie and Corey.

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I’ll just do the living room. It has a picture rail about six and a half feet above ground around the perimeter. Most of the stuff is on it, although we do have a Lawren Harris poster pinned up. An iceberg. I like his icebergs.

Directly overhead there’s a pair of kali (Japanese min-scythe weapons). I’ll move clockwise from there.
A photo of a tree
Mr. Lissar’s arm brace from when he broke his hand last year
Our last year’s Christmas card from Mr. Lissar’s godfather
Some high school artwork
Two saws
A pewter mug with a rosary draped around it
A framed Tom Thompson print
Phil Irish painting
Little piece of handweaving I did years ago
Copy of Pinduli, the children’s book
Copy of 19th Century Costume in Detail
Copy of The Grinch Who Stole Christmas in Latin
Illustrated copy of Fern Hill, by Dylan Thomas
A wakazashi
Papier Mache phoenix mask
Chinese paper umbrella
Little wooden cross
Cat statutette
Chinese candle
Framed copy of a paiting of Anne Boelyn
Wooden thingy my Mom gave us
A practice war fan
Karate tournament certificate
A katana
St. Francis icon
Candle
Japanese folding screen
My old wrecked up bellydancing hip scarf. It’s still pretty, even if coins fall off
A little dragon made of old computer parts, named Gothmog
Some Native type beadwork
Ganesh statue of sandalwood.

I think that’s everything. Our living room clearly shows that we are Christian bookworm
bellydance and Asian martial arts enthusiastists with a Group of Seven fixation. That’s accurate.

Maybe I should put more bellydance stuff up.

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On my walls, I have Swiss Coffee. It is a shade of white paint. That is all.

soulmurk, you are my soulmate. :wink:

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Sweet Jesus. Well, you asked…

A bird migration chart, courtesy of National Geographic.
A large lynx painting.
Two preserved butterflies, a Fivebar Swordtail and a Common Indian Crow.
My graphic design diploma.
A small picture showing elements of Metis culture.
a mini drum with3 wolves painted on it.
A watercolour of some docked canoes.
A large poster of Salvador Dali’s “The Hallucinogenic Toreador” .
A Haida illustration of the moon.
A Pantone to Process colour chart.
A poster ad for an art show that had works depicting fish.
A photo of a black wolf that my aunt took.
A poster of M.C. Escher’s “Three Worlds”.
A large painting I did of a loon.
An Egyptian papyrus painting.

And that’s just the picture sort of stuff. I’m not even counting all the knick-knacks and doo-dads, or Mr. AFG’s stuff, either. :smiley:

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Ha! Maybe, but let’s not share a space or else our combined non-decorating vibes might rip some kind of hole in the space/time continuum :stuck_out_tongue:

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A little color printout of Goya’s Duel with Cudgels
A little color printout of Velasquez’ Forge of Vulkan
A print of Pallas and the Centaur
A watercolor painting by an unknown artist of a San Francisco street.
An iron “wheel of pain” above the door, in lieu of a horseshoe.
My gator-headed walking stick.
One real deer skull, one (fake) drago skull, a rubber human skull, a paper T-Rex skull (I never did upgrade to the clay-model version…), and a rubber shrunken head (all in a row).
Several prop and halloween weapons. (Including a flintlock, an unfinished cattle prod, a lightsaber, and an airsoft “Auto-9.”)
One Brookstone “Weather Machine” clock that hasn’t worked since the Clinton administration.

And a hell of a lot of bookshelves.

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Not one single solitary thing and now that it has been pointed out it seem weird…very weird.

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Two Monet prints, camel bells, Irish flag, Scottish flag (St. Andrew’s cross), my A.A., my husband’s A.A. and B.A. (hey, no office to put them in), map of Middle Earth (aka my geek credentials) and a mirror.

In the front room: lots and lots and lots of mic cables, MIDI cables, power cables, guitar cords, other crap that I don’t know the name to, flag of Wales. And soundboard. No drywall in here.