Personal art is ... well, personal. I have thirteen Yoshida prints scattered around the walls of my house - which came to me when I was stationed in Japan, and every month the traveling vendors came to Misawa AB, and set up in the O'Club. One of them was an enterprize named Kondo's BOQ Art Gallery of Tokyo, and they brought huge cardboard envelopes of unframed prints, and sometimes some framed ones. I liked them - and bought one every other month or so. A friend of Mom's did art framing, and had them framed after the tour in Greenland left me with sufficient wherewithal to have them done with apropriate matts. When I am a rich and famous writer, I'll buy some more Yoshida prints.

Besides the prints, I have some other original and one-off art on the walls.

There was an art show in a shopping mall, during one of the times that I was home on leave from Greenland. I bought this and the one below for my daughter's room, thinking that they would be lovely paintings for a child to look at. (There was also a poster of JRR Tolkein's sketch-map of Middle Earth in her room as well.)

The artist's name was Martha Krohn - she had a nice, sunny sort of folk-art thing going. The top one is called Enchanted Land, and the bottom one Susie's Party.

This one was painted by a woman who had a table next to mine at a Christmas craft bazaar, during the time we were in Spain. I was doing Cabbage Patch doll clothes, at the time that Cabbage Patch dolls were trendy. I made very well out of this bazarr - and was selling them out of the trunk of my car for weeks afterwards. She didn't do well - she was so discouraged that I bought this one straight out. I bought two larger ones - this one ... which is not the Klu Klux Klan.

It's a painting of a religious fraternity - a confraternity - in a holy-day procession, with drums and palm-branches, carrying the religious images through the streets. Americans - unless they knew about religious customs and observances in Spain - invariably took one look at this and assumed it was of the KKK. I have it hanging in an out-of-the-way corner of the den, because of this perception. The other painting was much more cheerful - of the fruit and vegetable stands in the town square on market day. Being totally financially strapped when my brother JP married (for the first time) I gave it to him as a wedding present. His wife didn't like it at all, so when the inevitable split came, JP kept custody of the marketplace painting. I should have asked for it back, at that point. His subsequent long-time girlfriend loved it, though - and when they broke up in turn - the girlfriend got the painting. Drat.

This, technically - is my daughter's painting, but since she is living with me, many of her nicest things are wedged into my house, the rest of them in the garage. (It's not an empty nest until all their s**t is out of the garage.)  It's by an artist friend of Mom's - his name is Kim Weed, and he is an absolutely wonderful painter. He gave this to Mom, and she gave it to my daughter -- which was a good thing, as if it had stayed with Mom and Dad, it would have burnt real good in the 2003 wildfires.

So - two of my daughter's cats who don't need to use the litterbox. A win-win, in my view.