I've been cleaning out our office. There are boxes and drawers that have not been touched since we moved in three years ago. I'm finding little treasures with memories here and there.
Many years ago when I was single and traveled often, I bought these picture hanging magnet wires in NYC. I found them in a drawer, still in their packaging. The farthest wall of our hallway has been empty. It's been waiting for a great work of art. At one point I wanted to blow up this picture and put it there.
I took it in Big Sur. It feels like a photographic version of a Rothko, whose work I love.
When I found the wires I knew the perfect spot. P's paintings and drawings are a better art collection than any other photograph or pricey painting (even if I could afford it). Since she makes so much art they are perfect for having a constant rotation.
After I hung up the two wires with P's paintings I wanted to add pictures so I hung the third wire in the middle. It might be overkill but somehow the clutter of art and love fills my heart. Three years ago, when we moved in, I never would have considered a wall like this, let alone two. I have another narrow wall dedicated to her art but it doesn't hold very much. It now holds the large works of art she does. Parents before me were right; parenthood changes every perspective of life, including our taste.