Finding new pieces of art or the perfect place to showcase it can be tricky.
I have been searching for 3 months, on and off. Looking for a calm, serene, quiet piece of balance for our new spa master bathroom. I had a budget in mind and yet even when upping said budget, nothing spoke to me.
Searching in person didn’t work, on-line through several sources nothing really raised its hand and said PICK ME!!!
While organizing the sewing room, I came across a large, rather flat box I had been saving. That is the holding place for several of drawings, etchings, special pieces we have purchased on our travels, art our kids had made, this and that……….all in the que to be framed and hung out in the light of day to enjoy. someday.
As I flipped through the pieces I remembered several places we have visited. A harbor scene, a path, a copy of a printed page, a castle, a fall scene……..all nice, yet not “the” one. I dug a little deeper. Oh wow, bright and colorful…might be perfect for the laundry room?
Without much fanfare, I went to the next piece. I stopped. I took it out. I closed the lid and put the box away. That calm, serene watercolor made by our son in 2003, quietly called my name.
The following day I was standing in the frame shop.
Today, I picked it up and brought it back home.
I hung it in the place it was meant to hang.
It did my soul good. The ideal place, a gentle reminder to wash away the dust.
Picasso said it perfectly.