The art I’ve been able to collect thus far is nothing like my own, and I think some people are surprised by certain pieces. I collect sparingly, not because I don’t like doing it, but because I hate clutter on my walls and it’s really hard when you are a half-assed minimalist. A “salon style” wall of art drives me crazy; I really hate it when galleries do it at exhibitions. Rotation of artworks happens often in my apartment, and it keeps me sane.
But, there are still so many things I would love to get my hands on! If only I had been paid better when working at a very old gallery in L.A., as the place was an art history candy store of fashion illustrations, pop art, set designs, lithographs and etchings I would have enjoyed very much! I still kick myself for not grabbing an Albrecht Durer woodcut for $1200, although it could have easily been a fake; a Robert Longo drawing from when he was on the ascent; an Abraham Walkowitz drawing that was bought out from under me by the director of Forum Gallery at the time; a tiny Friedel Dzubas painting; the Larionov portrait that was actually better than most. Ah well, great taste and thrift store finances has been the story for some time.
Lucky for me I seem to pick the winners when it comes to increasing in value. I almost feel like I should go into this as a consultant. Mind you, I would never ever sell anything of mine no matter how much they may be worth, now. I don’t buy things to flip or impress visitors; I buy because I love them.
Beyond my own work here and there, I thought people would like to see the work by others I have hanging around. This does not include several limited edition rock posters and other drawings, paintings, and photographs yet to be framed (that’s a whole section of my closet right now). These are just the originals and limited edition fine art prints. Click on each photo for the description…
2 thoughts on “Art in My Pad”
That Handiedan piece and frame is really awesome. I can definitely relate to your regret over passing on a Durer woodcut. Art is the most cruel form of “reverse buyer’s remorse”; I still fret over paintings I “thought about” only to make the decision to buy a day too late and discovering the piece sold.
I know, isn’t it awful? My issue was funds but the pieces I wanted were SO under-priced I should have just done it! Something I bought for $350 is now worth $16,000 so I kick myself imagining what that other things would now be worth. But, not like I would sell them anyway.