The places of honor for artwork vary by house and owner. The bathroom in my house is a place where one pauses, detaches and closes a door on the exterior world. It is a place that, more than others, allows reflection to occur. Art on the walls of my downstairs bathroom is necessarily special.
As is the lovely poem “When the World Was Purple,” which now hangs there. Written by my dear friend Jacqueline Loring of ABQ, it commemorates the sweet presence, the gifting beauty and healing influence of flowers, nature, and love; it tells how we gather these so close when life robs us of what we most want and most need. Recently I re-discovered the copy she gave me, and knew the right spot for it. (Jackie suggests there may be a place in literature for Water Closet Poetry, but I think it’s unlikely.).