My Love of Art
By Pastel Art Prints|April 18, 2017
As a child, I loved visiting my grandparent’s house and it was not just for the many treats my siblings and I were spoilt with.
My grandmother would greet us warmly at the front door, while my grandfather (a concert pianist) would most likely be in the library, more often than not playing a piece by Chopin (his favourite composer) on his beautiful baby grand piano.
Their home was filled with a wonderful array of paintings, sculptures, photographs and other artworks. With every visit, I found myself captivated by my surroundings.
My parents were also great lovers and collectors of art. Our home was fairly bursting with treasures and resembled a private gallery. So much so I think they could have probably charged admission.
Perhaps in my case a love of art is in the genes.
My grandmother would greet us warmly at the front door, while my grandfather (a concert pianist) would most likely be in the library, more often than not playing a piece by Chopin (his favourite composer) on his beautiful baby grand piano.
Their home was filled with a wonderful array of paintings, sculptures, photographs and other artworks. With every visit, I found myself captivated by my surroundings.
My parents were also great lovers and collectors of art. Our home was fairly bursting with treasures and resembled a private gallery. So much so I think they could have probably charged admission.
Perhaps in my case a love of art is in the genes.
