Flowers on my walls

A few years ago, I bought two oil paintings from an Indonesian friend.  One I kept.  The other one I donated to a thrift shop recently.

This is the Indonesian oil painting of tulips I kept:

To replace the other Indonesian painting, I bought this unframed print of a plumeria with dew drops on its petals:

An oil painting of roses hangs on the other wall:

This is how the unframed art looks in my dining area:

So now, there are flowers on my walls.  If I get tired of them, I can always replace them with new art.

P.S.  I was going to install a small air conditioner on the left wall, but have decided to relocate it to a different wall.  When it is installed, I’ll post a photo of it.

If you don’t love it, let it go

This is David, vacuuming our family room.

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After reading the comments on my previous blog post, we decided to get rid of the Indonesian painting that gave me weird vibes (the second painting in this photo).  We are donating it to a thrift shop.

What motivated us to do this was Honolulu Aunty’s comment:  “Keep things that spark joy.”  Also, Olga’s comment:  “If you don’t love it, let it go.”

Amen.  So be it.

Today, David and I will go to an art store to see if there is a painting that would be a suitable replacement.

It’s fun fixing up our home.  One of the joys of home ownership.

Keep it or get rid of it?

David and I have decided to install a split air conditioner in the dining area.  An appraiser will come here on Wednesday to give us a price.  These two oil paintings were purchased for $100 each from a friend, who had bought them when she lived in Bali, Indonesia.  I like the painting on the right far more than the one on the left.

The new air conditioner will be installed above this painting, which means the painting will have to be lowered — so low that the dining chair will bang against it.  We could relocate this painting, but do we really want to keep it?

There is something disturbing about this art.  It looks weird.  I must say that it is a conversation piece.  A few years ago, my very young granddaughter, Julia, stared at it before asking me, “Which is the boy and which is the girl?”  My sister, Lucille, said, “This looks like it was painted by a child.”

Well, art is in the eye of the beholder.  I guess we will have to make a decision as to whether or not to keep this painting or relocate it to some other wall when the new air conditioner is finally installed.

Keep it or get rid of it?  Momentous decision.  I wish life were simpler.