I have a painting my mother did for my nursery. She matted it, but it was never framed until last year. I kept her original matting. It will never be worth any money, but it's a beautiful painting of circus animals enjoying an afternoon off.
I have a self-portrait a lover once gave me. I don't hang it anymore, though. I wouldn't want anyone to get jealous.
I have a print of Jealous Gloaming by
my favorite artist where I can see it from my bed, and where it is immediately noticed upon entry to the room.
I have a painting by an unknown artist of a tiny, black ballerina. So sweet!
I have a painting my mother made for my aunt of a lion with a wild mane.
I have a Hager plate as well.
I have a drawing inspired by Lain: Serial Experiments which I won in an auction at a convention. I paid too much for it becasue I was in the bathroom and asked my boyfriend to bid for me if it came up before I returned. I gave him a budget for the two pieces I wanted, but he got carried away. The other...
...I have a painting of a beautiful woman in traditional Japanese dress with her back to the viewer sitting on a plateu. Her arm is extended and exploring a portal to another dimension. Unknown artist.
I have candles I made myself, and a macrame plant hanger which was made by my mother. I painted stripes, vines, and flowers all over the walls in the basement and geometric shapes on the supports.
I have a huge, three-sided screen with birches, and a moon-lit, mountain-top lake which my mother made from old bed boards. One day, this will be a fmaily heirloom.