I like to read bumper stickers. Sometimes they are just silly and annoying. Sometimes they are downright offensive, but I try to avoid ramming the cars that are sporting blatantly racist and anti-environmental messages.
The other day we were on the freeway when an old Impala sailed by us. I liked the message tacked in the back window: “Buy Art.”
“Yes,” I exclaimed. “I do that.” It was particularly appropriate since I had just purchased art from an artist friend of mine, who painted a wonderful mural on the front of our barn.
We also purchased the sun sculpture above the mural.
Our house is well supplied with art. I’ve been in the habit of buying ceramic art for long before I met Jim. This still life sports a couple of pieces displayed in the living room.
I have a lot of bowls I have collected over the years. We actually use them on a regular basis.
We also have a lot of dragons in the house, most of them are original works of art. This is just a small sampling. A tiger eye bas relief, a leather mask, and a ceramic dragon who guards many eggs, and one very small amber dragonet.
I could make this into a very long post, and put up a lot of photos. But I won’t. We have a guache in the bedroom, a watercolor from Seville in the living room as well as a beautiful print from the Seattle area.
Every once in a while I hear from someone who is “decluttering” their life, or read an article telling you just how to achieve that feat. I toy with the idea of decluttering, but then I wonder which of the pieces of art I am going to get rid of.
Which amazing rock is going to be relegated to the garden? Which one of the hundreds of sea shells I have picked up over the years?
I guess I’ll just stay cluttered.
And I’ll keep on buying art.