The other week I decided to finally fill that big blank spot on my bedroom wall, and purchase a print to frame. That’s where it became difficult. I wanted something American and “modern,” and by that I mean the first half of the 20thC. No Da Vinci or Caravaggio. Something sort of urban, with at least one figure in it. I was trying to create a mood that would be apropos for a bedroom. I think I was hearkening back to my childhood in that I wanted to recreate the sunny, secure, and mellow feeling I used to get in my father’s living room in Brooklyn Heights. Urban, but not loud. More Simon & Garfunkel than Kool & the Gang.
Now for the living room, I’ve told my husband it’s all right to hang some nature landscape, even if it does include a deer, duck, or bison. I used to try to exclude paintings of animals a hunter might like, but I’ve since given up on that, while sticking to my guns in refusing to allow actual heads on the walls. This is one of my favorite landscapes on my living room wall that includes “things a hunter might like”:
This gives me a homey feeling, because the figures are having a good time, although the animals aren’t, and most historical scenes are comforting because they’re so distant from our current childhood traumas that, well…They’re just old. And old is comforting. Like this lithograph that’s in my dining room:
That poster was best viewed at night under a black light.