I have a specialized form of trypophobia, or fear of holes, in that I only fear putting holes in my plaster walls. Ok, I don't have a real phobia, but it does sometimes take me, um, years to commit to putting art up. Case in point, despite buying several pieces of art, I had not hung a single picture in my living room in five years, until now.
Yes, I jumped on the gallery wall bandwagon, albeit a few years late. That's one benefit of living in Ohio, trends hit years later if at all. So a couple of weeks ago, after a lot of plotting and planning, I was finally ready to hang some art. I figured out my favorite arrangement (after trying every possible combination, believe you me) and the boyfriend did the dirty work of measuring and drilling. Then ta-da, instant gallery wall. I'm amazingly happy with how it turned out.
About the art: