I’m a self-professed patron. I collect garden art and other art as well. Inside my home, my dining room walls are filled in a gallery style with street art collected from many of the various countries I have visited, of which there were dozens. Others are—photos, oils, pastels, and various mixed media—gracing the remaining walls of my Raleigh and Emerald Isle homes. I choose carefully and with heart; a piece needs to speak to me, and I also need room for it. That has been a problem for me over time. There are so many artists that I want another piece of, and I’m introduced to others frequently, but I must choose small or at least smallish. Over the years, I’ve moved pieces around to accommodate, but even that has become a problem. I may need to begin rotating.
When I mention, a piece needs to speak to me, what I mean is I need to feel the heart and hands that went into their art. If that is missing, I move on.
While I have limited space inside my home, my garden still has many spots for new treasures. As you preview the pieces below, and they are not all included yet, but most are, know that the garden doesn’t look overwhelming…not by the art, at least! Most pieces are situated such that they are a surprise to come upon. That is by design.
As best I could, after the opening of “Helen’s Haven,” the pieces are arranged as I purchased them. This allows me to add a new piece to share with you with you having to scroll through. Currently, I have 50 posted here. Also not, when there is a group of the same, such as the sheres, those are counted as one. There are a couple of photos with two artists represented, so they are counted as they are, two.
PLACEHOLDER
Disk
Seat
Copper dragonfly—A birthday gift from my friend Robin Segal
Hummingbird—flea market
PLACEHOLDER
Bird bath
Another one that got away was very, very painful. On one of my trips to speak at the Northwest Flower and Garden show, hanging out with my dear friend, Nancy Heckler, we visited not only Windcliff but my favorite all-time garden artists, Little and Lewis. I was so careful not to put my pomegranet in the garden for fear it would freeze; I never anticipated my dog and cat would have a heyday in the house, knocking it over and smashing it to smithereens.