The other day I packed and moved and unpacked boxes for 13 hours, in preparation for our first night in our new house. My motivation? Family happiness, sure, but also the promise I made myself that when I was done working, I could hang art.
It was even more fun and rewarding than I'd imagined! Hanging art was the exact opposite of what I'd been doing the rest of the week, and it felt like such a treat. The paintings, prints, and photos signaled that this was no longer just a job site or a loading zone— this was our home.
Of course, it is still a job site and a loading zone, as there is so much work to be done. This painting, which for now hangs in our wood-paneled sunroom (I think I might move it), was a birthday gift from my dear friend, the artist Leah Rosenberg. I sent her a photo of it in its new home, to which she replied, "Perfect! You must be all moved in if you are already hanging the art?!" Oh, sweet Leah, I wish it were so. Immediately out of the shot, on either side, are piles of boxes.
It's like an art gallery, isn't it? So beautifully spare, so your eye can really soak in the art.
As you can see, there is a lot of work still ahead of us (though I did unpack six of those boxes just this afternoon) before the art can really shine, and before other frivolous projects should be undertaken. And yet... this painting, and my beloved Fantastic Mr. Fox print, and all the other art we've given and received as gifts— these keep me motivated. They make me want my home to live up to them, to be a place where they can be appreciated and enjoyed and truly seen.
Do you ever skip ahead to the pretty parts of a project? What are the carrots-on-sticks that keep you going?