Maybe it's kitsch but...

A picture I acquired from a friend whose other half never allowed him to hang it on the wall after they were married. I love it though.

This photo shows how and why I love this picture. The colours match our old oak ceiling, and it seems as though the whole room could get sucked in to that tornado. Its as though this picture has come to its true home. I get strong attachments to other peoples art. Ive often fallen for it and been too late in asking if I can have it, or whether the owner is still wanting to hold onto it. Its kind of awkward " Can I have your picture ? "