Lakeside Drive

There is a dissonance that happens in a house when an inhabitant faces a long term illness. There is a withdrawal, and life becomes cocooned in rooms which give an illusion of protection, but in the long run cannot protect from the inevitable. Nothing is ever quite as in order as when there were two people to look after this house and each other. The house contains the hurt and betrayal, the hope, and the reality of the changes one faces in the journey through degenerative illness. It becomes excessively quiet at times, it’s rooms invaded by medical equipment designed for much larger architecture.