THE GALLERY WALL

I wanted to show off my gallery wall. Made up mostly of memories, personal paintings and art exhibits and galleries I've visited.

From the top, left to right (artists listed where they could be found):

1. A postcard from Tate Modern ("Hate and Power Can be a Terrible Thing" by Tracey Emin)
2. A print from the Ontario College of Art and Design
3. Petra Collins' solo exhibit at CONTACT Gallery ("Anna and Kathleen")
4. Postcard from San Francisco
5. An ad for Coppertone ripped out of a book
6. Instax photo of Charlotte and I at Voodoo Child Cafe in Toronto
7. An art postcard from ArtToronto 2015 ("Hypernurnia" by Mathew Borrett)
8. A photo strip of Charlotte and I at the Drake Hotel
9. A postcard from the Getty Centre in L.A.
10. My own watercolour painting
11. Instax photo of a potluck a few years ago (top), Devonte's going-away a couple years ago (bottom)
12. My own watercolour painting and collage 
13. A postcard from Tate Modern ("Untitled" 2003 by David Shrigley)
14. A postcard from the AGO ("Don't Tread on Me" by Basquiat and Andy Warhol)
15. Instax photo of a Starbucks holiday party two years ago (top), Mishi and I at North of Brooklyn Pizzeria in Toronto (bottom)
16. A photo of the mountains in Vancouver, 2017
17. A postcard from the AGO ("Anthony Clarke" by Basquiat)
18. A postcard from the AGO ("Study of Perspective - Tiananmen Square, Beijing" by Ai Weiwei)
19. A magazine cutout likely from Vice Magazine
20. A postcard from a local shop called I HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU

Inspiration Board 2 - Spaces

I've always liked spaces to feel homely. Cozy. Lived in. Loved in.

Growing up, I don't think my parents put much thought into home decor. A lot of our furniture is mismatched and throw together out of convenience and maybe what they liked about each separate piece when they first saw it at the store. I suppose there just wasn't much consideration. My parents recently bought a new leather couch though. We were shopping for a new fridge and after picking out a fridge, my mom started to walk around the big box store. She then told me we were getting a new couch. OK, Mom. The couch is near black and I suppose it matches the black marble-print coffee table a little bit better now, but for the most part, our furniture is still mismatched.

Mismatched furniture never mattered though. The mismatched picture frames never mattered either. All the pieces functioned and they were well used. All the frames held photos, memories and anecdotes of my childhood and my parents' adventures. All the strange knick knacks spoke of our experiences. Like this one time my mom and I went to a yard sale and bought these awful, ridiculous looking piggy banks for $3. I love those things.

I realize home isn't the white brick wall or the sheepskin on a chair though. Home is where we breathe a little more slowly, laugh a little too loudly and sleep peacefully. Home is home is home.

Images are taken from Urban Outfitters' "About A Space" blog articles.