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A friend of mine asked me to paint a picture of the family home for his aging father. It was torn down a few years earlier after he sold the house to a developer. 178 more words


Childhood home 

The other day I decided to walk past the house where I used grew up in. It doesn’t look the same anymore. It used to be a small house, that need some fixing. 318 more words

Waiting Forever

I always remember having this strong attraction for places where nature over the years conquers and takes over men made structures. As a child I would even get into houses abandoned by families who emigrated overseas… I would not damage or rummage through things… I would just stay silent and still contemplating and absorbing the atmosphere of these spaces taken over by the elements through the passing of time. 231 more words

B in Spain

I had a dream last night and B was in it.

Standing in the sun in my grandmother’s garden we said our good byes. We hugged, I had forgotten how tall he is and how he felt. 17 more words


Piecing it together

Piecing it together in my head

I had the idea of knitting a security blanket as a metaphor for American culture so I started by knitting – as an example- my own security blanket. 353 more words

Fibers And Fabric

Are you functionally fit?: TOLT

Today is Thinking Out Loud at is best: a truly random sampling of what’s swirling around in my head. Little things that puzzle me. Bigger things like selling the home I grew up in. 715 more words

Thursdays Are For Thinking Out Loud