Observing the Art and Objects at Home

A quiet Saturday at home. It’s early January, and there isn't much to do but be here. I spent some time just walking through the house with my camera, paying attention to the art we've collected over the years—things you get so used to seeing that you stop really looking at them.

There are pieces both inside and out. In the small atrium garden, a wooden construction hangs on the wall near a bright red poinsettia left over from the holidays. On other walls are textured ceramic and metal sculptures that catch the flat winter light. I've always liked the grid of twelve square tiles, with their shades of blue and reddish brown.

Inside, more art is mixed in with the furniture. A dark, geometric relief sculpture hangs on the wall next to the piano. The wall above our wooden cabinet is covered in a collection of framed pieces—watercolors, small prints, a few abstract works. It's not curated like a gallery, just an accumulation of things that have found a place over time.

It’s just an ordinary day, but it feels good to take a moment and really see the space again. Each object is its own quiet presence, a part of the texture of home.