Sunday, July 10, 2011

Dead Trees Decoration

Lately I have been seeing, on a lot of blogs, dead trees being hung on walls as decorations. Now, don't get me wrong, for some reason I always liked dead trees. I always thought that the shapes and the colors of dead wood has a lot of artistic value in it. But would you hang it instead of art ? what do you think ?

Branch Zamel House via the Contemporist

8 comments:

Jessie said...

I don't mind hanging dead trees instead of art at all! But in this image (or case), I found the scale of the branch a little too big for the space! A smaller branch would work better, in my opinion.


Jessie
www.mixandchic.com

eclecticrevisited said...

not sure it's for me..I do like twig and wood slab tables etc..but a long branch?..when I could have a painting..I'll choose the painting every time...the reason we have walls on a house is not to keep the elements out but to have a place to hang art...
imho..
maureen

La Boheme said...

I do like the "rustic" element of branches and it really just depends on the scale and really even the shape when using them in interiors. I've seen some really expensive ones for purchase and always thought finding in on the beach or somewhere outside would be so much better and somewhat more real. Plus I would have to use art somewhere else still :)

Kim@Chattafabulous said...

You know I do like it! Trees/branches are so scuptural and textural - even without leaves and blossoms I find them beautiful!

Meta Musings said...

I do like them, but maybe more so in a beach environment vs city/country home. I do think there would also always be a wall for art too :)

Casa Très Chic said...

OMG! This room is spectacular, love every single detail of it.
Hugs
Tereza

Bri@Meyouandawiener said...

I have some driftwood pieces, like BIG pieces that we bought. They are very sculpture looking. Something different I guess.

Simply Grand said...

A few weeks ago I was riding the bus home after work and saw that a hundred-year-old cottonwood had toppled in a big storm the night before, so I jumped off the bus and with the aid of a few small branches, managed to pry off a four-foot long section of bark that was fissured & fractured like the Grand Canyon. I got plenty of odd looks as I dragged it onto the next bus, but I got used to that a long time ago. Beauty is wherever you find it.