Cheryl in Wisconsin, once again. I am posting about things I am drawn to. Heavy metal, old house parts, and finally this – faces. I love things with faces on them. I don’t know why. Someday I will get "past life regression hypnosis" and that may answer a multitude of questions.
This is the fireplace surround that I wrote about in Post 1. The fact that it had this lion’s face on it made it that much more attractive to me.
Also from Post 1. These are ornamental metal pieces I obtained because of their faces.
Purchased new from Marshall’s. This guy has a tealight candle holder in his palm. Love it!
This purple head was someone’s high school art project I found at a garage sale for a quarter. The zeal I displayed in locating it caused some anxiety for the dude running the till at said sale. I promptly brought it home and placed it in my garden when my nephew announced that it appears I have a small child buried up to their neck in my flowers. Oh well.
Randall Wolff is an artist currently living in Iowa that, as a young adult, was fascinated by the ornamental pieces on the exteriors of buildings in New York City as they were being razed. Randall was able to save a lot of those pieces and ultimately has casted them for reproduction. This is my only piece I have purchased from him (for now), it is the head of a gargoyle from an elementary school. It is said that gargoyles on the exterior of a building can scare away evil spirits. Perhaps my ‘faces’ are what aid in the calmness of my home.
I found this poster at a local thrift store, of all places. Kismet! It is titled The Faces of Fourth Avenue and has photographs of faces found on the exteriors of beautiful buildings along Fourth Avenue in Pittsburgh. You all may recognize the Kool-Aid pitcher, I modified it a bit. “Cheryl displays her Kool-Aid pitcher as art.”
On a final note: You may see from these posts that my color palette is very monotone and minimal. That is by choice. Some people find it boring, I find it serene and restful. Perhaps that explains my lack of ambition, my house just mellows me out… It hasn’t always been this way. When I lived in Chicago in the 90’s I was enchanted by the homes there – done up in wild wall colors, fabulous colorful advertising posters, spotlighting. I carried that design with me when I moved back here, to Podunk. After a while my interior design style evolved to the monochromatic. I do have one room though that I allowed to maintain color – my back porch, which I have designated as my ‘craft room’. It is where my friends and I unsuccessfully attempt to cut wine bottles in half, etc. You may notice a tendency towards cobalt blue.
(Bliss, please note Jar of Doorknobs. Friends: Why do you have those? Me: Because I can.)
Thanks for allowing me to share these ramblings. Danni, you are a gracious hostess. I will put all you bloggers back where you belong – on the pedestal I have placed you upon. And I will return to snarky commenter status.
I would like to thank Cheryl for giving me a break and taking over my blog in such a fabulous way. She can "butt in" here anytime! I really hope she starts her own blog soon and we can see more of her awesomeness as well as enjoy her sense of humor! (Cheryl, you can have a blog AND be a snarky commenter you know.)