A Stairway of Memories

I don't go upstairs much anymore so I miss looking at all the art I've collected over the years on my trips abroad hanging in the stairwell.  The large oil painting I bought from a street artist in St. Petersburg, Russia and the pink felted piece I got at an artist's collect in the Outer Hebrides.  A tiny watercolor I bought in Montmartre, Paris, a hand of Mexican Milagros, an etching in Moscow, and a silk obi from Japan (just out of the frame) are just a small sampling of things I brought home.  Not much space in the house now for more art, unfortunately, but I'm happy with what I have.