I'm jumping around a bit here because I didn't post this in real time. This was before the demo. I invited my nieces and nephews over for a painting party. They were devastated once it was done and they had to face the reality that it would be torn up. "Please, please ask the man to keep it," pleaded Matthew (4 yr old nephew)- as though our GC was an evil man intent on ripping up the floor just because. I explained that we could "keep" it by taking pictures... these are a few of MANY.
After six-plus months of looking for a house that I could make a home, I found this one posted on Craigslist. The house needed love. I needed a project. A relationship was born. Here, I document the material, creative, and psychological progress- or lack thereof, as well as the metaphorical journey of trying to create some sense of "home,"-- a word which I have yet to fully understand. The story begins with the background posts, published in May 2010.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Before the demo
I'm jumping around a bit here because I didn't post this in real time. This was before the demo. I invited my nieces and nephews over for a painting party. They were devastated once it was done and they had to face the reality that it would be torn up. "Please, please ask the man to keep it," pleaded Matthew (4 yr old nephew)- as though our GC was an evil man intent on ripping up the floor just because. I explained that we could "keep" it by taking pictures... these are a few of MANY.
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