The House

In every bedroom the sheets match the color of the walls, and the wooden furniture matches the floors. Cooky black and white photographs of children and animals hang around. Turn a corner and you'll find an old tin sign for a bicycle shop or some wine corks artfully pressed into the wall. 

I restored the turret. The turret being outermost structure of the house where the weather vane is perched. In the beginning, it was an off-white room with wires coming out of the ceiling and untreated woodwork. By the time I left, the room was lavender with polished, chestnut details and a stained-glass light fixture that can be seen from the street.

It wasn’t hard work: sanding, paint stripping, priming, taping, and painting. In the morning hours, I saw the same people walking to the bus stop and running around. People who shared our garden stopped by, including a talkative man with a small dog. Sometimes I listened to music, sometimes I listened to the quiet commotion of the inner-city street. 

April 4th, 2019