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Our Personal Art Gallery


We have recently inherited a large number of paintings, photographs and hand rendered drawings from Dr Freds family.  Its a wonderful documentation a long history of his life in the south of England and quite a lot of his parents and family lives before he even arrived.  There are hundreds of photographs all waiting to be sorted and cataloged - a winters evening job (weeks, months, rather than evenings I suspect).  It will make interesting reading...

His dad was a talented artist and we have a lot of lovely drawings which we now need to find a fitting home for...

And then ... there are the oils, we now have a large collection of ornate gold frames with various pictures inside some hand rendered oils - mainly landscapes, some with extremely sentimental value as they are painted by friends and family and some rather tacky nondescript prints which obviously some one liked along the way but are really not our cup of tea.  Some of the paintings are quite large and most of the frames have a gaudy over the top appeal so after some thought about how we could accommodate them into our ever growing smaller house we ended up making a feature of the lot of them - oils, tacky prints, warts and all up our hall stairs and landing.... this is a tiny space and we have crammed to pictures together to create a  fuller then normal slamitin rubystarrs look and it works!! (if that look appeals to you) and it has allowed us to hang 20 or so new pictures which needed a loving home.

We will replace the tackier print as and when we find the right replacement!


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