As I get older I’m finding what I put on my walls counts a whole bunch. After all, I go by the same walls 10 or 20 times in a day. I love to stare at pieces created by talented artists that speak to me. And I often speak back.
I have a blue dog riding in a convertible with his ears flopping madly in the wind. He tells me not to be so uptight all the time. I tell him that real dogs aren’t blue.
What’s on your walls?