As you might know, gentle reader, for major pieces of wall art, I’ve favored prints of master works from, er, the masters, starting with three prints I bought in college on a fresh new credit card in 1990 (The Man with the Golden Helmet by Rembrandt, Christina’s World by Wyeth, and A Saturday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte by Seurat) which I got a deal on (3 for $18–and by the time we paid them off, in probably a decade later if we consider the money paid to the credit company first-in, first out, we probably paid $100 each for them including interest). Or personal relics which were gifts and/or inherited from family members now likely departed. My beautiful wife, however, favors consumer art which is mass-produced art of a topical theme, whether it’s the mere decorative squares and textures, Mediterranean landscapes, or Mediterranean cafes.
We have two such works in the bedroom, and, gentle reader, they are the same picture.
- Cafe facing out: ✔
- Alley upstage right: ✔
- Shopfront on right facing left: ✔
- Covered cafe tables: ✔
- Flowers: ✔
- Awnings: ✔
Basically, the artistic expression difference is packed dirt vs cobblestones, ainna?
Ah, I cannot talk; I inherited two H. Hargrove prints from my aunt and then bought another at a garage sale, and we still have two on the walls (one has been stored to make room for one of the cafes above). So they come from a personal relic source and not just a catalog or home goods retailer.
Because I like to look at them and think about them, not just have them as visual background music. But maybe that’s just me.
