I've managed to take and include three photos - all of which are from different vantage points and all of which have rather terrible lighting. Be excited.
I've been collecting mirrors and artwork for the last two years to use on a gallery wall going up our large, bland, cream-colored stairwell. It's been a long process and Blake took to calling it "this mythical gallery wall of which you speak" because I was seemingly showing no progress except for the frame piles cluttering up our library.
A few weeks ago I finally felt like I had enough to start with (it'll be a work in progress as I collect more artwork along the way). I kept my frame color-scheme to natural wood, silver and gold (plus an unframed canvas Blake did). I retrieved my seemingly endless roll of painters paper from the basement and carefully traced out templates. (*Note: putting up templates before hammering nails into the wall has saved my life - and my lath and plaster walls!)
There were a few adjustments to the scheme after the below picture was taken, but you can get the gist. I just marked on each template where the nail would go, hammered in the nails (ok, maybe Blake did that), pulled off the templates, put up the frames, and voila!
Or, maybe it was not actually that simple. It actually takes quite a bit of time to get the measuring exactly right, so we did this in stages.
First, the templates sat up there for two weeks as a glaring reminder of my laziness:
Then, my guilt forced me into action. But not marathonic action - just small action (three frames worth):
Then, last weekend, we finally got our project mojo going and finished it up. I'm really happy with the results. The mirrors bounce the light around and make the stairwell feel infinitely brighter. We get to enjoy Blake's photography, some old family pictures, and a Venus engraving that I love. We're also looking forward to adding a picture of Bear when we get him next month.
So, if you'll put aside my lackluster photography, it's not half bad.