September 13, 2010
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Hand painted poetry by "Me" Dore' Callaway. The art of a rooms poetry is in a relaxed peaceful place, setting poetry in motion.
These old vintage European serving trays were filled with just the right amount of poetry. When I spotted the four of them hanging on there serving tray stand in a favorite antique mall, I was taken back with art excitement. I knew I had to have them, and I knew they had to go home with me. This was a treasured find I could embrace, taking the legs off then setting off to paint a peaceful piece of art with added poetry.
Looking for new inspiration alway's involves a euro chic flea market brocante find. Perhaps a perfect find at one of my local thrift-stores, or a old cast off from a dear friend who is just not inspired by it. I am always thankful being gifted such treasures that I will find some sort of poetry in it.
With an original aged brass handle to hang from a decorative hook on a wall of choice. Soulfully washed muted palette of whites, grays, and perfectly imperfect distressed burlap creams to gold flex's that only paint techniques and aging can give it. I don't alway's feel you need to use dramatic color's to define your space, I just love creating with piece's that don't compete with other elements to much.
This future heirloom piece will be added to my peaceful "etsy"