Art Intervention

      "For You" by Nat Whatmore.

 I decided this year was the year I'd divert some of the money I would regularly spend on frivolous things like clothes, handbags, jewelry and such towards artwork. It's an investment, as long as you purchase limited editions, handsigned, certified and for me, on canvas giclee. It fills up walls for my viewing pleasure.

       Plus, as my younger daughter Kaitlyn said, "I'll inherit all these when you kick the bucket right Mom?" I'll have some rather important things to pass on to my children besides funeral bills and estate sale knick knacks. (She's already negotiated her claim on my beautiful Judith Heartsong artwork>

       In my quest to finally purchase legit artwork I've discovered my tastes in art are rather strange. Strange is nothing unusual in my world, so perhaps I shouldn't be so surprised. I shy away from things like luscious flower fields, animals and completely perfect settings. Which for the most part is all I see out in the art world, unless I go abstract, which I do love.

       I've purchased 5 pieces since December. And although it felt like a grand idea at the time, socking away money on the real deal didn't feel as awful as finding out how much it costs to frame them all. It's a conspiracy theory.

       Out of the five I purchased, three are of woman. I found I'm deeply drawn to the humanity side of art, as long as somehow, someway, I can project myself into their world. One of the first ones I purchased is call, "Portrait with Red Berries" by James Christensen. Nothing too strange about her.

       Next, I fell in love with these strange and unusual woman by the artist Cassandra Barney. Romana and Etta. They are now part of my household collection. Now normally I don't do butterflies, hearts, and anything else that resembles things revolved around the 'sweet' side of life, but it wasn't until I'd already laid out the cold hard cash for these gals that I realized they had butterflies swirling around them. It's all in the eye's.

       I did purchase one art piece with flowers, by the abstract artist Nat Whatmore, whom I frequently rip off her art and put it in my journal. It felt only right to monetarily contribute to her since I lean on her art for visual inspiration in my journal. I'm thrilled to have one of her pieces in my home. It's a swanky, flowing kind of flower art called "For You", so I'm good with it.

       The funny thing is that we all know how often I include the picture "Sleep in lost dreams" by James Christensen in my journal. <featured in my All About Me sidebar>But the price of that print is enough to make a person choke on their desire to own it and hide their debit card safely in a wallet. But SOMEDAY, I will own the thing, and it will hang proudly in my home.

       Are there others out here in this expanse of journal world who share an affliction for purchasing artwork? I'm afraid it's one of those things that once you start you can't stop. Is there a support group for compulsive art purchasing?

I need intervention~ Strange must stick together...........

Romona                                                                                              Etta