During the early 1990s, I painted art furniture, which was sold either directly or through galleries in Houston, Texas. Here is part of the output. If you hold your cursor over each photo, you’ll get a brief description.
The third piece down, the chest of drawers, was the first thing I ever did. I bought the bureau in a used-furniture store, sanded and painted it. All the way around.
The photo is actually the backside. It was about the only piece, aside from birdhouses, on which I painted every visible surface.
The second photo, with the wicker seat, was an old, beat-up chair I bought and reworked, including reweaving the wicker myself from scratch, a skill I learned at a volunteer job assisting the mentally deficient.
All the others except the birdhouses, which I made in my garage, I had constructed by a professional carpenter.
At the very bottom is the last piece I ever painted, done in Mexico in 2003. The style had changed a good bit. I don’t do this anymore. It’s incredibly tedious.