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Eliza Anderson's avatar

I love this. I love the way you lean into both your knowledge and your angst, love the use of the article, and I feel like we’re in a call and response like Jazz or something. Thrilling to have this writing exchange in my life. Hanging pictures is always so fraught and wonderful. My parents compete on the walls of my houses as they did in my life and for my loyalty. I force them to get along in two dimensions.. It was my earliest attempts at a kind of reconciliation. I’m realizing it as I write this. Another gut response is this.. the incredible breadth of Earle’s talent! The range and virtuosity.

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Marnie Mueller's avatar

Glad you decided to hang the sunflower painting!

My own story, over 50 years ago when we moved into our fifth floor brownstore coop, the only thing we did was to paint all the brick walls white, thus expanding the sense of space. Then I made the decision to not hang any art on the twenty-foot western wall and have bookcases and artwork etc. on the eastern wall. Oh, and the room had full southern exposure, augmented by skylights in the adjoining entryway, so the light changed throughout the day. Even with the initial irritation of many artist friends (who were relegated to other spaces throughout the apartment), it was the best "decorating" decision I ever made. The tranquil room became it's own work of art as light shifted color and dimension from dawn to evening with natural light as the artist, playing on the texture of the white-painted brick.

I loved this piece and your thoughtful and honest inquiry into the decision of whether or not to hang your father's art!

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