For the first year we lived in our house, we had absolutely nothing hanging on the walls. I'm not much of a home decorator. It took an observation from marketman to make me realize that our walls were bare. Nude. Au naturale. I thought this could be my opportunity to get back into painting, so I proceeded to drop about $300 on art supplies — oil paints, an easel, solvents, canvases, palettes, brushes, and other assorted tools — which have since gone unused. I should have realized that I haven't touched paints since high school and that the mental hurdle of putting brush to canvas might be too great.
But slowly but surely, we have made a few changes. Thanks to his grandmother, we now have a lovely still life in the downstairs hallway (she is quite the artist), and we spent half of a Sunday framing a bunch of photos to create our own photo mosaic in the TV room. And despite our ugly sectional couch in the living room, we managed to spruce up the space with an obi we bought in Tokyo last year . . . and — oh yeah — the piano that marketman's parents generously provided as our housewarming present!
I think our crowning achievement is the "vintage" canvas bus roll we created with all of the places at which he and I (or he or I) have lived. I had to cut out a few of his early years (New Haven, Cambridge, Seoul, Daejeon) because there just wasn't enough space. So we stuck to the more significant locales for us as a twosome, and I found a cool font called Roadway that gave it that old bus station look while he used his knowledge of layers and effects to give it an aged feel before having it printed and stretched by Canvaspop.
Keep reading to see another shot of the artwork.
Here's what it looks like in the hallway: