You know me. I have a myriad number of ideas for this home. Some far fetched.
Some beyond the realm of Brunnel's tolerance level.
And some where the idea and inspirational photos have been stored away for some time, just waiting for the opportunity to try them.
Megan Morton calls this little idea a "French hang" - this basically means that you hang all sorts of smaller sized mixed media art works on the one wall. The wall acts as an equaliser, and, as in my case, accommodates everything from favourite etchings, prints & paintings to works of 'importance' by my girls.
Normally I'm pretty gung ho when it comes to hanging art.
None of this banging on the wall to find the dwang which dictates where the piece can be hung.
Please - is there anything worse than a painting hung too high?
I belong more to the school that hammers now and sometimes pays the price later.
Or just makes another hole in the wall.
And this is where I came a little unstuck.
Suddenly the realisation that I wanted to experiment on a brand new, pristine, freshly plastered and painted wall hit home.
What if I got it wrong? And lets face it, the chances were quite high - I wasn't even entirely sure which pieces were going into my 'mini gallery', let alone where and how high on the wall. And in this instance, laying it out on the floor just didn't work.
A wall full of holes, and Brunnel's face were the only picture I could imagine!
I skirted the issue for days, stacking and unstacking my frames.
Finally I decided that if ever there was a time to make the mistake it would be now - before the painters come back next week.
So the hammer came out. And away I went. I started in the centre and went from there.
Being a work in progress, there are still gaps to fill, but that's the whole idea really.
Nothing has to stay static.
So far so good I think.
Amanda xxPin It