At the end of her August exhibit, when Lindsey took her paintings from Té House of Tea, she agreed to hang her work in the two Compound homes. Happily for her, the paintings are selling. This has left blank spaces on Tim’s walls, and how do you think he’s filled those spaces? By taking the paintings that were hanging in my house. (With my blessing. He has more available wall space, and they look great in his place.)
Saturday, Lindsey picked up some more of her paintings that were hanging in another location. Most of them were too large for my modest space, but one of them I called for my living room before anyone else could speak up. Now I have a problem.
Bird III looks wonderful hanging over the doorway from the living room to the dining room. A little TOO wonderful. To buy it, I’d have to sell Tim’s good lung or something.
Frames
It’s said that frames were invented when drawing became so “life-like” that a border around the image (on a really thin media) was added to separate “reality” from the image. This way, people knew they were looking at an image on a wall and not out the window, through the door…
The doorway looks like a painting. 🙂
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Actually, I’M a painting, too. None of this is real. 😉
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Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
😉
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That has been my ear worm today. Thank you, because it’s not a bad one!
ha! @ “sell Tim’s good lung.”
You should open a coffee house with all that art on display, Becky. Call it the “Compound Cafe.”
I’d love to own a coffee house with art all over the walls.
Oh damn! That does look really good there. You called it on pulling those greens together.
And thanks for the props. 🙂 You guys are the best for (not only loving but) fostering my works.
Fostering? I sold Bird III to the gypsies.
If that’s true, you owe me some money… don’t make me chase you with my bicycle.
You can have your two dollars!
Shhh… maybe she’ll forget it’s there.
Good plan.
Notice that I didn’t say that in reply to her note, otherwise she’d know that there’s a scheme afoot.
Maybe I’ve thrown her off with the gypsy thing. It always fools her when I use that line about Sugar.
Yeah, you just keep talking among yourselves… Lindsey’s not paying attention at all… she never does, really…
Marika, did you hear something?