I don’t collect great art but I do appreciate it when I get to look at it. Black and white photography inspires me. Watercolor amazes me and makes me want to pick up a brush.
I discovered I have many unused pads of art paper and also some sizable pieces of expensive watercolor art paper that are left over from my initial attempts to form some images on paper about fifteen years ago from a couple of expert instructors. I don’t know if my watercolors are any good this late in the game, but as I moved them once more, I vowed to use some “dream-time” up in putting some color on paper, just for the fun of it.
I love photography and I moved all my family records and my contemplative photography along with me to our new home. “Someday”, when I’m not painting or writing or teaching or doing Reiki healing, I want to team those photographs up with Scripture verse or my own writing and create “On Holy Ground” greeting cards.
Then there are those journals. Years and years of journals! I understand I can “harvest” those and replant new seeds from ideas scrawled in time to make a future field of enjoyable prose or poetry.
All of these things, I thought about as trip after trip these materials waited their turn to be lifted, carried, and transported to a new safe place of storage by me. I easily have twenty-five years of ways I can entertain myself with these and my multitude of stored computer files. I can’t afford to wait for rainey days, there is too much fun to be had.
But it is the pictures on the wall that I delay taking down until absolutely necessary I find I’ve been consistent with in changing locations. And then the new search, for just the right spot, for just the right image. Some are family records, but many are special images I’ve had with me for many years.
I’ve never gone out to purchase new decor when we move. I just bring what already speaks to me and find its new place on the wall. I realize the images really speak to me, support me and give me joy in being in my dwelling and I truly realize I am very aware of their presence in my life. They “fill me up”.
I’m always a little sad when one needs to be put aside, that it just doesn’t fit. But I usually get 90% on display again. I look at the bare walls of our new home and they will stay bare until my pictures and I have some discussions and temporary placings. When it is right, I will know it.
Four year old granddaughter Amy gets a desk space in my new creative room and I’ve found two of my water colors from years ago. One of Winnie the Pooh in Hundred Acres Woods, I painted for now 16 year old Devon when she was a toddler. And another special one of “little Sue” dancing on a rainbow. I never framed either one. Now I will and I will hang them above Amy’s table and put a cork board below them for her creations.
That is the only spot I have figured out so far.
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