Welcome to my Home: Gallery Wall Edition
The Focal Piece
A print of The Last Supper, discovered in my great-grandfather’s garage after his passing. I was surprised no one else claimed it—especially since I’m probably the least religious member of my Bible Belt-rooted family. Though I wouldn’t call myself religious, I am deeply spiritual, and this print reminds me of my great-grandfather, the spiritual bedrock of our family. I imagine what it must have meant to him, hanging quietly in that garage all those years. Now, it holds a central place on my wall—and in my heart.
Onyx
A personal drawing of my late dog, Onyx, who was my best friend and one of my greatest loves. I sketched it when I moved into my first apartment—an effort to bring a piece of her with me. After her passing, the drawing became a quiet tribute. It’s framed in a thrifted mahogany piece, subtly nodding to mid-century modern design.
Flower
A thrifted floral print that caught my eye for its calming shades of green. It brings a natural, grounding energy to the wall—soft, serene, and just a little bit lively.
Creation of the Sun, Moon, and Plants
A print of Michelangelo’s fresco from the Sistine Chapel—another thrift store find. I recognized it as Michelangelo, but didn’t know which painting (no pretension here). It adds a touch of classical grandeur, unintentionally discovered.
Take a Deep Breath and Do Your Own Thing
Yes, this one likely came from Ross or T.J. Maxx (no tea, no shade). But Devon picked it out while we were thrifting together. I was struggling with my mental health at the time, just getting by. He saw it and thought of me. Now, it’s a gentle, everyday reminder to breathe—and to honor the healing journey.
Postcard of The Azaleas Sway with the Breeze by Alma Thomas
I saw an Alma Thomas exhibit years ago—honestly, I can’t remember the museum, but I remember how deeply it moved me. I bought this postcard so I could carry a piece of that moment home. The frame is thrifted too; I loved its textured finish and warmth.
Learn more about Alma Thomas: Smithsonian American Art Museum
Affirmation #2: I Walk By Faith, Not By Fear
A postcard featuring work by Lexander Bryant, a visual artist from Nashville, Tennessee. I discovered it at his exhibit Forget Me Nots. His work—rooted in the Black American experience—is profound in its contrast between visual storytelling and spiritual undertones. This small piece serves as a daily affirmation of faith, strength, and resilience.
Learn more about Lexander Bryant: Orgnzd Visuals
Palm Leaf Print
An old frame paired with an IKEA print I bought years ago. Nothing fancy—just a simple piece that brings balance to the composition.
Original Blueprints of the Studio Designed by Ásmundur Sveinsson
I fell in love with the Ásmundarsafn Museum in Iceland, even though I had no idea who Sveinsson was before visiting. The museum—a home and studio designed by the artist himself—captivated me. The windows framing his sculptures, the curves of the architecture, the folklore embedded in his minimalist forms—it all spoke to something deep in me. As someone who appreciates intentional design (Devon does, too), I knew I had to bring home a print of the studio’s original blueprints.
The Frank Lloyd Wright Rosenbaum House
I bought this poster after visiting the Rosenbaum House in Florence, Alabama—one of the few Frank Lloyd Wright homes open to the public in the South. During the pandemic, I took a solo day trip to see it. The smell of aging wood, the light-filled rooms, the narrow halls—it was everything I hoped for. This sketch felt like the perfect souvenir. The frame? Walmart.
John Lennon and Yoko Ono, The Dakota, 1980 — Photographed by Annie Leibovitz
An original 1980 print of Annie Leibovitz’s iconic portrait of John and Yoko, taken just hours before Lennon’s death. I bought it when I was 14 or 15, already in love with The Beatles—and John. I never hated Yoko, despite the popular narrative. This image struck me: John, nude and fetal, clinging to Yoko. Vulnerable masculinity. Empowered femininity. A yin and a yang. I dreamed of finding a love like that one day—even if the ideal existed mostly in my head.