I have to admit the mere phrase "decorative painting" leaves a bad taste in my mouth; maybe it was the preponderance of sponge painting and other atrocities so common in my early years. I was fairly set in my view of the craft until I stumbled upon a group of fetching French practitioners on a certain favorite blog.
This is a different beast altogether. These clouds look as light and translucent as the real thing ...
And I'm very into this autumnal wood:
I'm a little stumped here, but I guess their contribution was color selection. No, wait, they list decor among their skills. Nevertheless, it is perfect, and if I had this room I would use it for mourning. I'm told no well appointed house of 200 years ago was without a Mourning Room, and this looks ideal. There's even a turntable for listening to melancholy music:
Their company is called Attilalou, and they are disgustingly pretty. Portraits by Ivan Terestchenko, and are from his January 2nd post:
Can't handle it.