“I don’t miss you, I miss the person I thought you were“

Still in the market for a new art piece. Plans to purchase that A.Kawasaki piece has not come to fruition. Art has always had a salubrious effect on my emotional well-being.

Shall I take the plunge? Or be patient for the piece that I wanted? Is waiting always rewarding?

Everyone has a budget. Steve Cohen’s pocket was ready to drop $139 million (USD) and mine offers much more shallow pocke at $100 (SGD).

I pondered heading to the red dot museum for the weekly MAAD event to find a piece that suits my need. The art farts will tell you to find a piece that speaks to you. I rather let my fingers do the walking.

Of course, the fingers have found its way to Etsy. The haven for struggling artists (though some of the prices will convince you otherwise), talent abounds in that place. You can search to your whim and fancy from sculptures to jewellery. Awesome.

Of course, it helps if you are enjoying a lull at work. The fingers and eyes found John Clark’s gorgeous film noir inspired prints at a very pocket friendly price. Perfect.

Found the ideal frame to home my Stella Im Hultberg print.

I’d fly a river

Within the next couple of weekends, Sye will drive me to pick up a Roy Lichtenstein to fit the void above my bed. The chinese girl in me also picked up a traditional chinese paper cut of a goat (my zodiac sign). It is more detailed than the picture below which leaves me just amazed at the paper cutter’s talent. Thank God for Made In China.

Unabashingly, I will be the first to admit that I much prefer the female form so it is befitting that all the art in my space (I really mean boudouir and tiny living room) will feature women and of course, the lone chinese goat.

“Meh” says the goat

Now, I need to find pictures of family and loved ones to fill a couple more frames and the Martha Stewart in me will be satiated.