An Art Collector? Me?

Yes, 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. 

In my kitchen, this painting by Wendy Hodge reminds me of my grandmother.

This signed, editioned print, Lear by Ralph Steadman, was one of the first original works of art in our family's collection.

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.

My newest acquisition, two sweet little paintings by Cheryl Clinton, from her Boylston Tree Light series.

It's as though I'm surrounded by friends.