He was also a painter, who dabbled in oils. I have several of his paintings in my home, as I was given them before the fire.
My parents bought paintings. My dad preferred desert landscapes. My mom liked figures, often done in charcoal, pastels, or woodblock prints.
My home has paintings (I purchase primarily watercolors, though I inherited a number of oils). Two of my sisters also have homes filled with paintings. One has a bit of everything, the other loves abstracts.
This is my dad's house:
Again, are we odd? I guess I never thought about it, until I realized that each of my sisters have so much art in our homes, we will be hard-pressed to know what to do with my dad's collection once he is done with it. Add to that my quilting, and one sister's knitting, and, well, I guess the creative gene runs deep, along with appreciation.
And on that note, all I've got to show you today is one polka dot: