An Art Collector? Me?
I never considered myself an art collector. Until this morning, when, while sipping my coffee, I counted six (!) works of art that I could see just from my kitchen table.
I love beautiful things. I love the way original art captures my attention and holds it, the way I discover more about each piece the more I live with it. When I consider the cost of the artwork as it compares to the enjoyment it continues to provide over time, it feels like a tremendous value.
I guess I'd always imagined that collecting art was out of reach for me. I don't have a big house, or a big budget. Slowly, over time, though, I've managed to acquire paintings, photographs and sculptures that continue to enchant and enrich me.
It's as though I'm surrounded by friends.