On my list of life goals, among other things, is to build a collection of original art.
Art is a funny thing. For most people it’s personal. Personally, I’m not crazy about portraits or still lifes of flowers, and there’s precious little that I care for in abstracts, though I have seen good examples of each and would consider owning them.
Mostly, I just like what I like.
My problem is, I have expensive taste. Not Sotheby’s expensive, but more along the lines of “that costs as much as my house payment” sort of expensive. So it’s been hard to even start a collection. But at Christmastime my mother gave me an original painting of an artist I’ve long admired, and because he is her neighbor and a really nice guy to boot, he cut her a deal. He’s one of the few artists I know of who is making a living with his art.
Not everyone’s cup of tea, I know, but this painting cost more along the lines of my utility payment.
I frequent an art gallery near my office and from time to time find an artist whose work appeals to me. I found one just the other day, and wow is she talented with watercolors. And true to my expensive taste, one painting of hers that I really like costs nearly as much as my car.
Yeah. Don’t think I’ll be buying that. But trust me, it’s gorgeous in person. The detail is incredible.
My quest for a personal collection of original art is going to take quite a while, I think.