Home is Where the Art Is...

Growing up in a military family I moved often from home to home. 

Each time we moved the first thing my dad would do was unpack and hang the paintings. 

And once they were hung, the new and unfamiliar surroundings would feel a little more like a home. 

My mother, of course would object to the hanging of the paintings because the furniture, carpets, and belongings had not been placed in their given spots--and there was no guarantee that anything would match. 

Inevitably she would be proven correct and all of the pictures would have to be taken down and rehung. 

I would listen to this banter each time we moved--and it would serve as a routine ritual for settling into new and familiar surroundings.  

Today while helping to hang the art for our school art show I felt that same nostalgic feeling. 

Art welcomes, celebrates, and brings a feeling of home and belonging. I love seeing all my great artists' work hung and celebrated. I think this post is especially relevant given the federal budget cuts that are looming for the arts in America. Can you imagine a world where art does not exist? Can you imagine the experiences we would rob children of? I know I can't. 

Home is where the art is. 

Pun intended.

Please enjoy the photos of beautiful art. Compliments to the art teachers.