"I've stood outside my house in Montana looking at the northern lights...crackling against the sky.
To me, that's magic."-Christopher Paolini
Oh, it all started out so innocently, as my decorating projects often do.
I'd just repainted my bedroom floor a perfect white like a fresh field of snow, moved out a few pieces of furniture, and freed up one long wall along my side of the bed.
Perfect, I thought. Free range minimalism. I'll keep that wall as empty as a Montana landscape and enjoy the tranquil expanse of nothing.
Seemed like a perfectly sound plan.
Until I had a dream.
And in this dream, I saw a perfect vision of my blank wall.
Except it was no longer blank.
I dreamed very precisely of a miniature art gallery. with four medium-sized paintings in light, airy colors. And below the paintings, off to one side, a live edge wood slab bench with hairpin legs and topped with a sheepskin, where one could sit and contemplate the paintings.
Just like a real art gallery with a tiny place to rest and look.
^ Exactly like this.
And even though I didn't know that I wanted a little art gallery along my bedroom wall, I suddenly realized I had no choice in the matter. The gallery wanted me, and that was that.
^ wood | Issaquah Lumber
legs | modern legs
sheepskin | IKEA
I immediately told my husband that I wanted him to make me such a bench for Christmas. I drew out a sketch and that very day we headed over to the bougie lumber store to pick out a suitable piece of wood.
We ended up with a sweet slab of maple.
^ The top frame came from Hobby Lobby five years ago, and the oak frame on the left is an antique that has been with me since childhood. I left the canvases on the left and bottom unframed.
Then I went to work on my paintings. Using two that I'd already completed (left and top), I sifted through my inspiration pins and produced two more to round out the set. I don't have any words to explain why these lines and shapes appeal to me: all I can say is that this is what it looks like inside of my head.
^ The wood is not finished yet. I'm waiting for warmer weather so I can tackle the sanding outside.
Last weekend, we put it all together. My husband put the bench together with a handful of screws; I operated the laser level and made sure the art was hung just how I dreamed it.
^ This is exactly how it looked in my dream.
And now I'm happy.
Happy that when I open my eyes in the morning, the first thing I see is my own miniature art gallery.
Happy that I trusted in my dream and found a way to make it come perfectly true.
^ Dreams really do come true.