THE PROBLEM [as a reformed perfectionist sees it]:
I’ve been thinking that I might want to put a collection of frames, with yet-to-be-named images, on the big blank wall in the TV room. This wall, painted SW6142 Macadamia, is across from a run of five divided-light windows that allow us to look out into the woods behind the house.
I want something going on across from the windows but am uncertain about how much pattern I want to see over there when I look into the TV room from the kitchen. I tend to be a bit pattern-phobic, but can stand pattern, which to me often looks cluttered, IF the pattern/shapes/colors makes sense to me.
Therein is the problem.
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AN ASIDE [for those interested in fine art]:
While I wasn’t blogging in December one of things that we did was visit NYC for a short getaway. I’ve not spoken of it before because overall it was a lousy experience that left me wondering about humanity and my ability to deal with said humanity.
However, there were a couple of wonderful adventures during our few days in NYC. One of which was going to MOMA to see Henri Matisse: The Cut-Out Exhibit [also here via NYT: A Walk Through The Gallery].
To see his work up close was amazing. First, I’d never realized how intensely colorful it is, and that before he cut out his shapes, his students painted white paper these bold colors for him. And second, the thing that struck me about the exhibit was that the cut-outs, which are easily recognizable as a whole, were not perfect in the small details.
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MY CONCLUSION [albeit a wishy-washy one]:
Looking through all the gallery wall images that one can find online, I realize that anything goes. And I’m cool with that, in theory. But when it comes to actually putting a framed “art” collection on my TV room wall, I hesitate.
I look at what other people have done and see that the gallery walls that appeal to me are balanced, yet stunning in their uniqueness. There’s a flow and cohesiveness to the frames and images that I adore, but so far I haven’t been able to translate this feeling onto our TV room wall, which remains blank until I decide what to do about it.
Soon, I hope.