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The art went up on the walls today. Not all of it – I still have some in the basement of the house – but about 2/3 of it. It’s lovely to see the photographs of my family on the walls. My mom took a selfie at age 14, and it turned out really well! It’s a photo I love, along with those of my dad at age 9, his mom, my maternal grandparents – it means so much.

And then there are the prints I bought when I moved in 2001. A Munch – not The Scream, but The Storm. When I was a kid, summer storms were an occasion of joy. The clouds would gather, my father would watch the sky, my mother would make us ice cream cones, and we would sit on the porch and watch the lightning. If there was no lightning, we would put on our swimsuits and dance around on the front lawn. I have a photo of my kids doing that while visiting my mom – it’s such a joyous feeling. So while The Storm means awful harbingers to most viewers, to me it is a symbol of happiness and ice cream.

I also hung up Matisse’s Red Studio, which is an homage to workspace. Because I work at home, it means a lot to me.

And then, in the bedroom, Starry Night. It used to hang in my kids’ room; I wanted them to have a Van Gogh to look at. My bedroom is done up in blue colors, so it goes – but more than that, it’s sort of sinister and yet comforting. We see more stars on Staten Island than the rest of New York City, but it’s still a bit challenging. It’s nice to have them where you sleep.

It’s so important to have a bit of yourself on your walls. I’m not finished, but this is a very good start.

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