I like to decorate my walls! There isn’t a blank one (well, except for the shower wall) in my small apartment.
Living room
-An assortment of family photos
-A pen and ink sketch of the Hartsville, TN (where I used to live) train depot
-A needlepoint sampler
-A framed print with a Scottish blessing (the one about the long legged beasties)
-Six paper quilt blocks
Bedroom
-One wall has some of my own landscape photographs
-An acrylic of Victorian ladies on the beach
-A print of a garden wall
Studio
-Family photos
-The first watercolor done by my great nephew
-One wall of paper quilt blocks
-Three collages of family heritage photos
Bathroom
-Several small prints of classical artworks framed in gold
Kitchen
-Kitchen items like vintage commercial pie pans, cookie cutters, bamboo rice steamer, etc
-Faux vintage road and railroad signs
This is just decorative stuff. I also have hooks and the like for bags, purses, coffee mugs and pajamas. No storage opportunities wasted.
In the library, on the wall across from me right now, is a black-and-white map of Middle-Earth (~3 ft x 2.5 ft) that was a gift, which I had framed. Also have smaller maps of Narnia and Earthsea. They’re all my favorites.
Rest of the wall art are landscape photos. Upstairs in the extra bedroom is a set of three pics of the full moon over the sea. Living room are a pair of pics of Mono Lake at nightfall, all in moody blue hues. And in the kitchen are three pics of sunset over the ocean, in lovely saturated red hues.
Currently thinking of getting this done on a mirror, for the upstairs hall. 'Cause mercury is cool.
Almost exclusively family photographs that I’ve taken. There’s a still life and a landscape thrown in, but they are also my work.
My bedroom does have a very large framed Monet print, a girl with a parasol in a field with poplars. Quite lovely and the colors are perfect for the room.
As a pack rat, I don’t do wall decoration. Any open wall space is reserved for shelving. There’s also the fact that anything on a wall or door that remains stationary for more than a few days at a time becomes invisible. I know this because I never see the notes I leave for myself.
If I ever did have the impulse though, I would probably keep throwing strands of spaghetti at the wall and try to get away with calling it art - or at least a “performance piece.”
