Excerpts

I live in a house that was built in 1940 in the Catskill Mountains. When we bought our house no-one else wanted it. It doesn’t have a garage, a paved driveway, a basement, more than one bath or bedroom which is why many people undervalued the house. It was also cluttered when we looked at it, but I immediately imagined it empty and knew it would be beautiful. The house has small windows that lets in a gentle light which is special to this house. Life is going by quickly and I have lost many people, close to me, and not, in ways unexpected or if expected, naively I did not see coming. I know that I will not live in this house forever. The house will hopefully outlive me, but I wonder if a part of me will outlive the house. I wish my dad could have visited, at least once. Somehow, with the passing of my parents, the need for a home I love feels more important. While creating this work, I had the sense that all the people in my life, still here or not, live with me in my house. Excerpts of their lives were flashing in my mind, and wanting them to linger I decided to write them down. The photographs are accompanied with these writings.