I culled a few prints from around the house, plus two new ones, and put them all up in my previously near-empty stairway. Together, they form an art collection of images related to our native state.
The staircase was very minimal and blank before, for the 8 years we've lived here. All I had up for art were the 3 "apartment" prints, grouped near the first landing. The prints of actual L.A.-area buildings are by artist Sean Finnochio. They're a nod to my teenage years growing up on the second floor of a small, '60s-era apartment complex in L.A. county, and are also a small nose-thumb to all the ladies I've encountered in this town of cookie-cutter tract homes who turn up their noses at the mention of "apartments." Oh, the horror.
Jason Hill, used to be in the dining area, and the other Shag/Tiki print was in the family room. I've had them both for several years. (I've often mentioned our love for Palm Springs, and the husband also grew up in the area.)
The Wheatfield sometime in late October, even though I wasn't sure where it would go.
Thanks to my husband who put them all up, and for giving advice on the general height and "steps" of the art. I didn't sweat it too much, just laid them all out on the living room floor and started playing with the arrangements. I think there may be a little space to add to the wall here, and if not...well, there are still plenty of bare walls around the house.
|Note: the black frames look a bit crooked/wonky here, but are ok in person.|
Each Thursday I'm linking up with Jules as part of her ongoing William Morris project.