Grateful for Art

You know that credit card commercial that asks, "What's in your wallet?" How about, "What's on your wall?"

I am surrounded by beautiful, interesting, functional space. The ceilings, the walls, windows, doors, sometimes even the floors are part of the aesthetic. I live with an artist, which often makes life a little scary. I came home the other day and the kitchen smelled...a little strange. Two HUGE pots of water were heating up on the stove. The air was tinged with the smell of something acidic.

"Jenni?" I called out querilously. "In here!" she called from the bathroom.

"What are you doing?"

"Dying fabric!"

"This is probably what it feels like to be married to a mad scientist. Except without the explosions and reanimation, and with a lot more pretty colors."


It is a running in-joke that the furniture might be in a different place the next time you come to visit. The wall might be a different color. There might be different paintings/quilts/murals/ on the wall. We have have more pianos than the last time you visited.


Pay attention to your surroundings. Make them beautiful. Don't trip over the new chair. Take off your shoes and feel the new rug. Pause and ponder the message in the sign language, or brail, or the subtle words painted into the background.


The world is wondrous. Making your spaces equally compelling is one way to demonstrate reverence.

I am grateful for everything glorious in the world, but am especially grateful for the hard work and aesthetic talent Mrs. L brings to my home.