I’ve always needed to have something hanging on the walls (even back when I wasn’t allowed to put any holes in them), and so collected art museum postcards and prints, would never throw out a calendar, and even occasionally made some art of my own.
My transition to grown-up art can’t really come as a surprise—since I started working at Esopus in 2007, the pictures torn out of magazines have stepped up a notch, and I’ve scored some incredible actual artist editions as well.
“Untitled”, Berend Strik, Esopus 10 (Spring 2008)
(Reproducing the artist’s original stitched photo X 10,000 was a labor of love!)
I’ve also been surrounded by Scott’s art. Now granted, we have discovered some amazing things we BOTH like together,
“Snowy Egret,” Charley Harper, Charles Harper’s Birds and Words
but his kind of art looks more like this:
And then last year I found a man who bridged the gap between Scott’s art world and mine:
(A limited edition print of this was my Christmas gift from Scott!)
It was the allure of an original Simkins that motivated me to motivate Scott to get in the car and drive to Brooklyn on a Saturday afternoon for the “Tiny Trifecta” show at the Cotton Candy Machine. But it was the art that motivated me to buy some after the Simpkins very, very quickly sold out.
I even let Scott buy some of his own pieces.
(I was supposed to be in charge of us “not
See, our office was supposed to be the “scary art zone,” and maybe it will be, but for now the scary art is spreading.
Sometime between our first trip to the Cotton Candy Machine, and our second my brain got addled. See, we went back for the ZeroFriends’ shows, and suddenly there were all these things I wanted. How could I not? I mean, My Little Pony looks totally badass as a skeleton, amirite?
And who cares if this is “Mothra,” and I don’t even know what that is, it’s really awesome colors. And we had to get a “Jaws” for Scott, and it looks so perfect in the white shadowbox frame…
When we got home I reformatted our living room collage wall (that Scott had always complained about—I will never understand what was wrong with having Kirk and Spock there!?) with our new acquisitions.
So by the time this guy showed up in our mailbox a few weeks ago, I just shrugged, admired the beautiful light, concluded it reminded me of the Haunted Mansion, and hung it in the living room.
(Note: my shelves are on the right complete with Harry Potter collection and my prom photo, as compared to Scott’s shelves on the left full of menacing looking things.)