Nope, it was not a joke; they are really flies.
I’m learning to feel out the balance between too much clutter and too much blank space–that middle ground where it feels cozy but not claustrophobic, simple but not sterile. Insect art will knock that sterile feeling right out of the air, letmetellya. What drove this art choice was not so much my desire to be surrounded by images of six-legged critters as a combination of the following:
-a redefined color scheme for the living room
-an art book I bought for $1.00 (Botanicals and Insects) *Hopefully the botanicals will show up in the bedroom soonish.
-three empty poster frames, purchased for our old apartment and disused since we moved
Each frame held a print of the “welcome-to-my-dorm-room!” variety, and I was ready for something else. The thing is, the prints came shrink wrapped to a piece of cardboard, which was nice because that meant there was no glass, but which was also a pain…because there was no glass. The frames themselves were structurally barebones, not really up to the task of supporting or protecting art.
After removing the old poster/ “glass” /backing units, I needed new backing. Thankfully the packrat that lives in a cotton-ball-and-shoestring nest in one corner of my soul had insisted months ago that I cling to a large piece of cardboard that came from I-no-longer-know-where. The cardboard sat behind the study door waiting for a raison d’être until that fateful day when…
…using a poster as a sizing guide, I sliced up some new rectangles…
…and framed them.
Then stuck insect art to them.
I used velcro 3M hanging strips to hang them above the bookshelves.
The next goal is to cover the cardboard with burlap and maybe paint all three frames the same color. But maybe not. I like the eclectic mismatch for now. What I ultimately decide will depend largely on what I do to the bookcases, and I am not even close to knowing what I want there. We’ll see!