Two of my favorite artists are Hieronymsus Bosch and Pieter Breughel the Elder. Instead of single-focus artworks, they created vast landscapes people with all sorts of insanity. In Bosch’s case, I’m fairly certain he just woke up in the morning and painted out the previous night’s nightmares.
Although I love them both, however, no Bosch or Brueghel reproductions hang on my walls, nor will they. I like my “household” art to be much more common and accessible. Pictures of my family and ancestors. Paintings of flowers and landscapes and the ocean. At the end of a long day, I’m not of a mind to stare at a cluster of brawling peasants or a giant head with a snake tail. I use art, like music, as a form of visual drug, lulling me to a more peaceful state.
What about you? Do you hang up what you love? Do you love what you’ve hung up?