I have this wall in my house, where it feels like the floor and ceiling go on forever in any and every direction possibly imaginable. This wall and I have had quite a beef for sometime. I admit I would walk by and whisper mean words to it hoping that somehow it would transform into a masterpiece. I quickly learned this was not the case, and after much quarreling I still was far from, well… anything. I decide then and there I would take matters into my own hands, put my judgment aside and make whatever needed to happen, happen.
Hello new gallery-wall. How are you feeling today my tame little beast?
Photograph via me
Supplies: 30 Frames – Roberts
Paint: Mother Dear
Hanging: The Mr.
Foreman: Father
Designer: Me