Looking from the front door you can see Mark Walsh's self-portrait peering through the dining room doorway at you. He appears and disappears as you move around. Walking to the hall entrance, and looking down it, Mark is now on your right. Yes, the eyes follow you around. I recently assured him I knew the painting was his, he hadn't given it to me, but I love the way it invades the view and I'm not giving it back just yet. |
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Walking down the hall you get a view of the Bathroom Entrance Portrait Gallery, featuring not only Mark's work, but a self-portrait I did of myself, known as the "Green Francine," on the right wall, and a ballpoint pen sketch I did of my husband on the left. Both were done long before I had any art classes. |
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When you come out of the bathroom and are facing the long wall you see in front of you the Ancestral Photographs, and a drawing I did in one of my art classes. I had completely forgotten about it, finding it when I cleaned my studio. When you come out of the bedroom at the far end of the hall you see some paintings, and one drawing which later became a painting, all which I did in Walt Mix's painting classes. I started with the hallway as a learning experience, some things worked, some didn't. I discovered I really liked laying tile, and creating little mosaic fillers with broken tile. I found refinishing the baseboards worked amazingly well, and that the tile goop the guy at Lowe's sold me was the wrong stuff, so eventually I will have to relay the tile. However, that is not a complete disaster since I have realized I'm not that crazy about the design of the tile anyway, and that the goop is useful for places I want to be able to pull up tile--and I used it to affix the tile that surrounds most of the area rugs, so when I get bored and want to replace them I have considerable leeway in the size I can use. |
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