Excerpts/I Imagined It Empty
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.