Art is Art

I grew up in a very artistic family. I think that every wall of our house had a professional style painting that someone in my moms side of the family painted or drew or photographed. My love of art stemmed from being surrounded by it growing up.
I remember going to visit art galleries with my grandparents when we would visit them in Montana and loving it! There was so much emotion behind each work of art. When I was a little older I remember going to a modern art museum with my dad when we were visiting my cousins in Texas. The magnitude of some of those pieces still amazes me.
My love of art has continued with me throughout my life so far. Whenever I travel, I always try to find another art piece to take home with me. Some of them I still love and some I have no idea what to do with anymore!
Since I have moved into the part of adulthood that requires you to have a nice looking apartment, my art has found its way to all of the walls of our home. While not all of them are done by relatives, I still love them.