Tuesday, September 21, 2010

my home installation

This morning, I realized I don't take anymore photos. 
Actually, I take lots of photos, but all of them of my son, Solomon.
It's not a bad thing, but I don't want you to think I am one of those types, which I am of course.

So, this morning I woke up and took photos of other things.
My home. 

It is a never ending project. I spend most of my day thinking about cleaning it up, organizing it, wondering if I will ever be pleased with it's present moment.
Probably not. 

Vaughn, my husband, turns our house into an art show, and I am stuck in the gallery.
So, I thought to show you this ongoing installation called home.

This is our very own (trailer) skylight. 
I didn't know this peace man was there until I took the photo.
Some feathers from the road.

 A frame brought across country from Brooklyn filled with 
 A montage of sorts. Mary and Dolores probably lived in this trailer at some point. 
A Grandma Lolly dollar for difficult times and me, kneesurfing in Baja.
"Medicine is an art, not so much a science" -something we learned during out trials.
"Patience. Evolution." I don't know what that's about. Ask Vaughn.

A drawing of a seed. I used to draw many of them before I had a child.

Some friends who live in Japan.
Another dollar. The El Camino at the Grand Ol' Opry.
A postcard from a restaurant in New York.
And Vaughn declaring himself Republican for Ron Paul.

1 comment:

PARIS said...

I miss your house.