It just makes me happy...

Have you ever bought art?  

Was it a painting or a drawing that you fell in love with?  A notecard that you framed and hung on the wall?  That piece of pottery that just had to come home with you?  

For me (most recently) it was this piece by Marcus Michels:

It's called Term Paper, and I love it.  It hangs in our living room, and from where I sit on the couch, every time I look up - there it is.  

I find new colors in it regularly, and depending on my mood, I see the scene differently.  Some times I want to get right up close to it and get lost in the brush strokes.  Other days, I love standing across the room and seeing the scene more coherently.  

I've since forgotten what I paid for it, or how I agonized over bringing it home.  Now that it's a part of our home, and something I look at everyday, it just makes me happy. 

And really, isn't that what art is supposed to do?