Movie night at my house this past weekend featured the 1939 MGM classic The Wizard of Oz. What a great old movie. And when Dorothy put on those ruby slippers, clicked her heels together three times and said “there’s no place like home”, she hit the nail right on the head. I think we all agree, artist or not, there really is no place like home. For me, home is my sanctuary, a place of inspiration and creativity. I talked about this a little bit in my May 13 post, A Morning Without Art.
However, with summer upon us, the artistic inspiration of the home takes on a new meaning for me. Right now, when I look at my home and take a glimpse around my neighborhood I see colorful signs of life. Brand new shrubs. Vibrant annuals. Artistic arrangements of flowerbeds and walkways. It’s beautiful. The artistic way my neighbors and I arrange the landscapes surrounding our homes gives passers by a glimpse into who we are.
As artists, we celebrate life in art, and what better place to celebrate life than in our own backyards. It only makes sense to my our most personal place the one place that is the most clear representation of who we are as people. Home is truly where the art is. There really is no place like it…anywhere.
Here’s to summer and our backyard creations. Here’s to art.
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