I’ve started to notice other peoples walls lately, and what they hang there – maybe because I do art to hang on the wall myself? Or maybe because see things differently now?
I look much closer, and gather ideas on artists that I find interesting and home decoration, in my mind. Sometimes I even have to snap a photo of the art I see. Like this one:
Above you see the magic little dragonfly with silver wings from Hemslöjden. I have this one on my wish list, but I don’t know if they still sell them now. Isn’t it just magic?
I’ve come to the conclusion that I’ll never ever ever have a finished home. A one unit of beautiful home that you can walk from room to room and admire each corner. I’ll never hang all my paintings and be content, I’ll never find storage for new materials as fast as I bring them home. I clean everything up (pick up, put away, dusting, organizing) – then I mess it up myself just as fast without thinking. Just by being me.
This awesome penguin is not hanging in my home either, but I really think it is pretty. ‘
What do you think?
Do I have to accept the fact that there will always be plastic bags to unload, newspapers in strange places and dust under the couch? I think so. We’ve lived in the same apartment for years, and still the empty frames pile up against the half hung art wall in my bedroom. I just buy more beautiful frames, plan beautiful collages I want to make and then all of a sudden the pile of materials grow!
Maybe if I had a house or just a studio, the rest of the rooms would look more serene, but I don’t think I’ll ever live in that magazine picture I dream about. But life can be fun, maybe some day I’ll do a collage on the wall like DJ did!? So cool.
The white wall with mounted photos in different sizes belongs to my parents not-in-law. It is their new white kitchen wall in the summer cabin, and I think it is so nicely made. But then again, I’m a sucker for photos of all kinds. And in this wall there is at least five photos that I’ve taken!