Hanging art work you’ve spent any good amount of time on feels good. It feels even better when you save in from half inch floods in your garage that occur every other month.
Recently I cleaned out my garage which was the home of several large format paintings that I had not found a home for. My 2 year old son and I spent a Sunday cleaning out my single car garage that could barely house a Miata. In that tight quarters, Danny and I pulled out two paintings that deserved better than that slow decaying demise. I loaded them in my car, because there was no place in my humble home for them, where they sat until they would reach their new destination to be beheld by human eyeballs.
Now they hang proudly in the AccessAbility ( a non profit that promotes independence for people with disabilities) conference room, and I must say it feels great to get them were their true purpose can be realized. I sat in that room today and view them really for the first time truly on a wall. I typed some emails, sat through a few meetings, and had some conversations all while my eyes danced across the walls. It seemed they were doing a great job. I didn’t get distracted or become distant, but appreciated their beauty and the positive impact they had on my being while I carved away at my day. I am sure they appreciate their new home as much as I do.