As we ease our way out of the covid shutdown I’m slowly ticking off the unfinished projects of moving in. The last big one, and certainly the most anticipated, was hanging the artworks I brought back from London.

As it happens, hanging large and heavy works of art is nearly as intimidating as buying it in the first place. I skipped my typical approach of doing everything myself and brought in a professional art installer. She came Sunday morning, worked her magic, and left my space transformed. I couldn’t be happier with how it all turned out.

Here’s a peak if everything in situ:

In the living room, Liane Lang’s Path to Glory.

In the second floor lounge, Ben Johnson’s Reflections.

Suzanne Moxhay’s Clearing in the guest bedroom.

And Thicket, also by Moxhay, on the third-floor landing.

Last, but by no means least, Isabelle van Zeil’s I Am II (or as I’ve come to call her, the Pink Lady) in the third floor hallway.

I still find her completely captivating.