Why I Spraypainted All My Frames Black
Most of the art (I use the term loosely, for the most part) hanging in my apartment has been acquired at thrift stores, yard sales, antique shops, and from moving friends. Consequently, for a long time it hung rather blandly in a mishmash of antiqued, boring pea-green, brown, and gold frames with no sense of unity or cohesiveness at all. Sometimes I'm okay a mishmash (see: the assortment of blankets on my bed, the pillows on my couch), but since the kinds of things I have hanging on my wall are so diverse (you should know that all of...






