On the Walls

Yesterday had me looking at walls outside and now with this rain coming down driving me up the wall (having planned an excursion which is now postponed until later in the week), I found myself looking at the walls of my own living space.  Not that I don't usually notice their presence, but the few pieces of artwork that are in my collection are meant to be quiet works, ever so silent in their way but always there.

Not meant to be decorative but as something to evoke an atmosphere of calm, as well as of the infinite that could be suggested in the abstract.  When the reduction to the minimum is actually not that, but a movement towards an honest maximalism.  And, for times when a blank wall or a blank slate is not desired.

A bit of gold leafed glamor in the dining room area.

Evoking the ocean in color, a fragment from the small studio.

All this written to the tune of some military march on the radio, and the rain beats on with the drums.