Eric and I love art. Perhaps that goes without saying as we are both artists and art historians...
When we started college we decorated our dorm rooms with the obligatory art prints which could be bought at "print" sales on campus. Later, when we each had our own apartments we started decorating with those same prints, but we decided to step it up and frame our art--in dollar store frames with plexiglass instead of real glass.
Slowly we started to gain a few pieces of real art from our artist friends. We got married and in the combining of our lives we let those sad prints slip into the ether. Who knows where they are now? Somewhere along the line we decided that we only wanted to look at real art. So, two very very poor college students began to collect art.
Thankfully our education has allowed us to spot some great pieces that were discarded at thrift stores and estate sales. We also have some artist friends who were willing to make a trade (our art for theirs). We began to actually buy art as we have become adults, which feels so good. I love to support artists!
We have always had a list of artists that we wanted to collect when we had the opportunity. On the very top of that list was a piece by Michael Copeland...you have probably read my many posts talking about Copeland (his website is here) and his wife Victoria (her blog is here).
We recently received an invitation to a show that Copeland was having down in New Mexico. We were disappointed that we couldn't make it down for the opening. Thankfully Victoria sent us images from the show. We looked over each image, wishing that we could see them in person, catch the details that cameras just can't capture. Then it hit us, we should get one! We both seemed to know which piece we should get. We made it happen. We were so excited, giddy even. We couldn't wait for the piece to arrive!
Finally the UPS truck pulled up in front of our house and it was all I could do not to run out there and wrench the package out of the delivery man's hands. Don't worry I was able to restrain myself.
I don't know about you, but I have never received a wooden box in the mail, it was kind of awesome.
Eric unscrewed the lid, he was not using a battery operated screwdriver, but apparently Cordelia thought it looked like it might be noisy.
Wrapped in plastic
We already had a space waiting for it so the piece was immediately hung and admired.
Love the detail!
I love to watch this piece throughout the day, to find little pieces of it that might be overlooked on first glance. I love to see how the mood changes with the light.
Do you have art in your home? A favorite piece?