Several people have asked–and I haven’t had time until now– if I’d add my photographs from New Orleans to my photography site. The amazing thing about what art can do for a room, for a house, for a mood, is transport you. A lot of people buy art when they’re vacationing, attaching a memory to it.

"This is a photo from that trip we took to New York." I get a lot of requests still for my Hotel Gansevoort art, in part, because people want to, as a gift to themselves or others, add that memory to their wall.

Sometimes though you just fall in love with a gesture, a mood, a moment, even when you never experienced it. It makes you feel like your life, in some way, is a series of scenes in a movie with its own soundtrack. I love the idea of photographs that come with music to accompany them. I have certain photos that actually remind me of songs! I love that, the spirit art has to make us think, to lift a mood, to make us remember our Grandfather’s hands, even if it’s not a photo of our own grandfather. It might just be a man on a park bench with his dog. But we just look at it and it makes us remember our own memories, even if the photo isn’t one we took. I love that.

I’m still culling photos from all my external hard drives, figuring out for myself which photos to turn into prints for our home. It’s a funny thing, picking art for a guest room. You don’t want it to be generic, like a drop of water on a leaf, or stones up a woman’s back. You want quirky, with a mood. Playful, I think. I printed this little guy, and put it in a 4×4 frame on the bedside table.

4 YEARS AGO: Wet Spot
5 YEARS AGO: Kool in the Haas