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My biggest gripe about living in New York City and what I feel is my biggest failure at trying to be a New Yorker or even a good 'mo, really, has been my abysmal lack of collecting any original art. I could never even round up a friendship with an artist who was willing to make me some art I loved to hang on the wall. I'm 33 years old and all my artwork is store-bought; a little of it was moderately expensive but mostly, it was cheap and came from places I won't name. It's an embarrassment I live with for the sake of having a home that looks finished. My thought has always been, when I do start collecting friend's original art work, I'll replace the cheap shit piece by piece.

Today, Jeff and I bought our first piece of original art for our wall. We found a local artist who has a shop in the town next to ours and commissioned a piece. We picked it up today and it's everything. Of course we understand it's not everyone's taste and might question our choice of putting in the spare bathroom, but then again, art is in the eye of the beholder and right now, we're beholden to the other white meat.