Living With Art



“You should have seen it.

It was a sight.

Mama, I mean it,

all color and light…”

“Children and Art” from Sunday In The Park With George

music and lyrics by Stephen Sondheim; book by James Lapine




This week found me at the home of a dear woman who happens to be an art lover. As I received the grand tour, I was quite taken with how she lives with her collection.



Later, at home, I was thinking about the day and realized I’m slightly obsessed with how others live with art. Growing up, there was no art in our multiple houses (we moved a lot). And to this day, I know quite a few folks who simply don’t live with art. And that’s okay, of course. But I have chosen to live with art. And having received no training or experience on that front, I am in awe of how others manage to pull it off.



Mister and I adore art. But that doesn’t mean we have a ton of it or anything. Most of what we live with comes from our own hands. In some cases, pieces were created for specific placement. Those items are danged handy and easy to display, as their entire purpose/placement was pre-planned. Other pieces, well, they just have to find homes in our home. Sometimes we get lucky and a piece fits perfectly. Other times we don’t end up with the best arrangements and the art ends up feeling awkward. But it’s art. It can be moved around. So we don’t flip over it or anything.



Anyhoo – back to my obsession. I will probably continue marveling at how people live with art. It inspires me and sets gears a-turning. And if you live with art, I’d love to hear how and where. For reals!

So Many Possibilities…

“White. A blank page of canvas. His favorite. So many possibilities.”

Sunday in the Park With George

music and lyrics by Stephen Sondheim, book by James Lapine




Ah, the New Year. Once again it is shining before me, inviting me to make plans. To dream. To aspire. To create.


I don’t remember when I hit the age of seeing each New Year this way. I’m certain I didn’t pay much attention to it as a child. I doubt my younger self was reflective or sentimental about each New Year. I can’t imagine I ever teared up at the very gift of waking to a day such as this, back when I was a kid.


But I am at that age. I do recognize the blessings of waking to this day. And, heaven help me, I do make plans and I do aspire.


And on that note, Mister and I are working out some details for a 2014 challenge. (We were inspired to give ourselves a weekly challenge after following the blog of an ex-pat, living in the UK. It’s a great blog and I highly recommend it.) Parameters and guidelines are still being solidified, but our basic goal is to actively create something artistic, each week of the year. That’s a broad endeavor, and can range from cooking a gourmet meal to going on a photo expedition to reciting a Shakespeare play. We’ve tossed out a multitude of creative ideas, and we’re revved about the possibilities. We’ve not limited ourselves with any rules such as no repeating an act, so there may be multiple photo sessions over the course of the year. (There may be multiples of other creative acts, too. We’ll just have to see how it goes.) As I said, we’re still hammering out the guidelines.


We’ve decided to include others in these acts of creation. Over time, our group of friends has come to include musicians, painters, singers, songwriters, comics, actors, sculptors, designers, engineers, chefs, dancers and on and on and on. Art can be found in just about every single vocation on the planet. It’s all in the eyes of the beholder. I know accountants who are amazingly creative. I know electricians whose work can be described as nothing less than art. Creativity is all around us, and we think the inclusion of our creative friends can only serve to elevate this little challenge of ours. We’re hoping we can all take a turn at stepping outside our milieus. That we can broaden our creative circles. Speaking for myself, I’m super-excited to try some new-to-me activities.







In my little world, there are many challenges ahead. My rose-colored glasses haven’t shielded my eyes from the truths of life, or from the work that surely lies in store over the next few months. Certain hills are going to be steep. But we’ve got to climb in life. Sometimes there’s just no going around. If I can tell you anything at all about the very little I’ve managed to learn of this living thing, it is this: after climbing to the top of any of life’s hills, the view is spectacular. And so very full of possibility.




Getting My Groove Back



I’m so looking forward to getting back to painting class! I’ve been distracted and unable to attend for a while, and I feel like I’ve missed a part of myself. Like my creativity has been stifled.


But this week I’m back, Babies! And I’m on the verge of starting a fresh painting. Maybe something for the new pad, maybe not. Either way, it’s exciting. I guess the final line in Sunday in the Park With George sums it all up: “White: a blank page or canvas. His favorite – so many possibilities.”