There is another living area in my home that contains built-ins or bookcases which I prefer to call them. It’s in the room to the right of the foyer when entering and to the left of the study which does not have built-in bookcases, but furniture bookcases. What was I thinking or not thinking when we designed the house? I missed a lot on paper, especially the big chase way next to the computer closet in the study that could have been a floor to ceiling built-in bookcase. Oh well, maybe the next owner will find it and tear out the sheet rock and put in a bookcase for the study. Ahh, I have a rambling mind, I do, I know it.
Back to interesting artwork. I found this piece at a thrift shop for $5. The ladies there raise money for a local hospital. They seemed embarrassed that the painting had some type of rust stain sprayed all over it, but art is truly in the eye of the beholder. I never saw the stains. I can only see the content and the countenance of the people in the photo. Each face has something to say, but not to each other. Do you see what I see? They are traveling to a new land and they stop; they gather; they…
This painting is part of the built-in of the room I described above as well as few other collectible pieces with meaning. Old oil lamps, a chalk buffalo and old man shaving mug given at carnivals way back when, paper money from the San Jacinto Monument museum bought on a field trip, a silver tray, photos of my sons, a book about Abraham Lincoln signed and owned by a doctor that knew him with a newspaper clipping of his wife’s eightieth birthday and garden party, encyclopedias like the ones my husband had as a child, airplane books that my son treasures, cigar boxes with childish tokens inside, The Nina – Pinta – Santa Maria from a field trip to see the replicas, and a few hidden things behind books and boxes to discover later. It’s all very personal and hopefully pleasing to the eye of others when arranged well.
