I don’t polish the frame. I don’t hide the chip. That mark? That worn edge? It’s not damage, it’s memory. This frame lived another life before it met my work. It held someone else’s portrait. Hung on someone else’s wall. It mattered to someone once. I could have filled it in. Sanded it smooth. But then it would be just a frame. Instead, I kept its history intact—so my art could speak beside it, not over it. Beauty, to me, isn’t always pristine. It’s lived-in. A little worn. A little messy. Just like the most meaningful things we choose to keep. 📩 Curious when the next vintage-framed works are released? Join the list: [link in bio] #ForCollectorsOnly #FramedInHistory #VintageFrameArt #artcollector #antiques #ArtWithSoul #TheCollectorEye