"Where the Earth Meets the Sky"
This is another piece for my upcoming show at Doe.
I draw houses. Lots of them. I always have—houses that looked just like the one above from the time I was 4 or 5. I have no sense of direction, I think in small (or maybe large) part to daydreaming and looking at houses whenever I'm in a car instead of paying attention to where I'm driving or being driven. I've always looked at the outside of houses. What material it's made of, if it looks like it has a good attic for playing or reading (very important), Christmas lights in the wintertime. I especially love them if they look like they should be haunted or at least have a few creaking steps. And an overgrown yard… with trees.
It was so fascinating to me when my friend told me her favorite thing was driving at night when you can see inside the house. As obvious as that was, it never occurred to me to really try to see inside. I think I like imagining what the house should look like rather than what it actually does.
I have imagined over and over again what my dream house would look like, the way some girls obsess over their wedding or their future children:
On top of a cliff overlooking the ocean and a rocky shore. An old house with maybe two fireplaces. Nooks and small small rooms… maybe even to the point of seeming choppy, except a large bedroom and living room would be nice.
Or deep in the woods by a creek.
Or a stone-and-brick house in a city that looks like a good trick-or-treating neighborhood (you know the ones).
Or a tiny apartment overseas.
Or a rural farm house in the heartland or in the spooky intriguing south.
So many possibilities. I want them all. But for now I am contented drawing them.