I paint little houses now and again. Memoir was part of a quartet painted in 1996, now long gone. There were four little houses painted on paper and mounted together on canvas. I painted them because I needed them and then sold them because once they were painted I didn’t need them any more.
I wrote about them for a show in 2008:
The Little Houses are safe places. I started making them when my mother left me at school and walked away. I was on my own in kindergarten amongst strangers.
I have gone back to making them to comfort myself at various times in my life and they have always provided solace. They have brought comfort during times of grief and loss and loneliness. They mean home, always the best place to be.
I am away from home now which is probably why the little houses came to mind.
Friday, October 23, 2009
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Come home soon!
ReplyDeleteYour little houses make me happy. I'd like to spend time in themm exploring the rooms and meeting the people who live there.
ReplyDelete"I painted them because I needed them and then sold them because once they were painted I didn’t need them any more."
ReplyDeleteYes, exactly. I love the paintings, and this line especially. Thank you for your blog.