Jacob, my better half, is an artist, so we go to lots of art openings in NY. For the longest time, he used to nudge me when we went to the shows, and whisper "Tell them you're a art collector". To me, the image of an art collectors was a 60 year old couple, him in a tweed jacket and her in some flowy black dress, patrons of the arts with grand children and tons and tons of money. It's only recently that I've realized what Jacob meant, and started really loving collecting art. That doesn't mean spending tons and tons of money, in fact it often means swapping for things, or buying work from our friends. In the last year, between Jacob's collection and my growing collection, we have some really nice pieces of work that make me happy daily.
This leads me to the show that we are holding later in this summer to raise money for Team In Training and the Leukemia society. Many of our friends are donating work to the show, and it's such a great chance to get amazing work that you love, for a great deal. So, please come down to the Lower East Side in NY and pick up a piece of art you'll love forever.
Here's a shot of our living room wall, which is a combination of works of our friends, Jacob's work, a sketch I did in undergrad, a flea market find, an airplane puke bag from a trip to NY (long story) and a painting by my great great Aunt Fanny. It makes me so happy.