We still have lots of walls to adorn.

In our living room the walls have two Jane Geyer watercolors of Yosemite.

We have a mandolin and guitar on the wall.

A Polish tapestry.

Some Batiques of old testament figures as well as some ceramic figures of Queen Esther and Saint Philomena.

An Alvar lithograph (image below) that was part of a series on the practical arts, we got the Architecture one. (We've got some architectural renderings of the Port Washington courthouse in other rooms.)

Right now I am sitting under an image of Troy as seen from the sea with the Greek camps before the city.

My office has a big Blazing Saddles poster and a smaller one for Return To The Forbidden Planet.

My walls are covered with vintage art deco prints and magazine covers, silk 1940's tropical bird paintings, and beautifully-done vintage Paint-by-Number scenes (a canal in Venice, a lighthouse, gardens and cottages...) I also have some dimensional blow-molded classy 50's moderne wall art and a number of art pottery wall pockets. Lastly are some 1950's atomic-style mirrored wall shelves which hold art pottery miniatures. Basically, I hate my "builder's white" apartment walls, so the walls are covered with stuff I love.

No van Gogh, but I did, for a while, have an Andy Warhol silkscreen print of the "Lincoln Center Ticket." Sadly, it had to be sold.

Oh, I forgot the family photo wall in the dining room.

And yes, I am running out of wall space too. 😀

We have always liked art, our connecting hall that runs the center of the condo has 3 framed pieces of my wife's two are posters from Seattle Opera productions, one is hand painted Chinese symbol associated with her birthday (the artistic rendering of her birth animal sign).

We have a number of small pictures in the various rooms, mostly gathered fantasy art from our ' patron' days of Vericon where I'd be sure to put a bid on all the prints and originals at the suggested art bid start and if no one else bid the entire convention we'd walk away with some neat amateur art creations.

Our bedroom contains 3 framed paintings we got given to us by a dear friend upon his death, one of which my wife was a model for back in the day, painted by the late artist Jael.

Putting art on walls is not something I have been successful at 🫤

We had acres of wall at the old house (only exaggerating slightly) and I only ever managed to hang very little. Some of that didn't come with us when we moved, and of course that thing is mourned by Mr. Stranger 🤦‍♀️ I guess I shouldn't say anything, I'm out of sorts about some art I left as well—still-life on paper (possibly hand-made), pencil or chalk I guess?, unframed, picked up for $5 at a yard sale. Artist was still living at the time (not sure about now, don't remember her name) and did have a market. Took it for a framing estimate—$1,000?! Was overwhelmed during the move and left it for somebody else to rescue (we sold to a flipper).

Hopefully somewhere we still have a couple of Reuben Kramer sketches. They would then need to be... framed 😭😭😭

I am paralyzed by the fact that every project needs a project to prepare for the project, but that project needs a project... it's projects all the way down.

At least I got my asparagus planted.