Upon moving into our home, my Husband's Grandparents gave us these prints that had adorned their walls for years. My Grandparents had the same exact ones so they were welcomed into our home with a warm comforting feeling. I dug out the hammer and nails to hang them and realized...
I had no where to hang them. Our home was already too full of art (or was the wrong scale to be in the same area with these) and I was unsure as to where to give them a home. So I headed to the kitchen and made myself a cup of tea.
Upon exiting the kitchen I happened to look up.
That was it. The spot I had been looking for. A spot in my home that I had always taken for granted and never looked up at... above the doorway exiting the kitchen headed into the dining room and living room.
I immediately hung the pieces and smile at them each and every time I pass under them. They are in a home full of prints, paintings, photographs and toys from tons of different modern/independent/low brow artists that have crossed the path of my husband and I, but yet they blend right in. They feel as though they should, warm and comforting instead of kitchy and funny.
Art doesn't have to be something found in a museum or bought from one, it can come from your Grandparents basement or attic!
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