Art in the Bedroom

Damnit. We went out for a simple chicken sandwich and came back with a work of fine art.

Trips to the Café Camissa, the little bar/restaurant on the same grounds as the Núcleo de Arte, are dangerous business as far as the old budget is concerned, but our flat certainly is looking nice these days.

The painting is called "A Artesã" (The Artisan). This lovely girl now sits above our bed, weaving her necklace and patiently waiting for the day we will finally get around to painting this wall café com leite. All we need is a tall ladder...

Isn't the light in this painting gorgeous? And the sweet, peaceful expression on the girl's face? Martine, the artist, has true talent.

Speaking of talent, the other wall of our bedroom is also covered in art. My dad is a fabulous photographer who has recently perfected his digital color technique, including doing his own printing at home with a mammoth HP that has 9 separate ink cartridges. These photos are from a series of shots my dad took in the towns near his house just south of Albuquerque.

My crappy image is far from doing these prints justice, especially with the glare from the glass, but you get the idea. The best part is that my dad's photos match perfectly with the new painting, which in turn matches perfectly with the satin bedding, which - we hope - will find the perfect backdrop in our "sable suede finish" paint, a blind purchase just like the "moroccan tan" on the living room accent wall.