Well, I squeaked in on the deadline… You can see a larger version here.
This house has become a powerful muse. This place has an aura that I can barely explain. Over the last 18 months, as I uncovered the story behind this abandoned and derelict Muskoka house, the presence of the people have faded and the house itself seems to speak with increasing strength.
When I first went out there in the Spring of 2009, it gave me a single painting. When I returned for another it seemed to tell me I could only have more of these ‘gifts’ if I told its story – and only then.
For “Yellow Door”, it whispered with insistence and light. With “Window Seat”, it gave me a room that I could sit in for hours and watch the sun move across the floor. It challenged me to do the architectural “Waiting” and to think about the people who lived in its rooms and looked out its windows. In “Room with a View” it has revealed its own secret nature and my place in its world – to really see it.
This arrangement between us seemed to allow me to not only discover, layer, by layer, its incredibly rich past, but also its current nature and the tremendous beauty in it.
This house sees many visitors, some destructive, many just curious and they would say. “There is nothing here”. The place has been stripped clean of doors, woodwork and hardware; the windows, shattered, the walls are weathered and the greenery, overgrown. To me, it a house of secrets that only I can see.
Last October, I took an excerpt from my book, laminated it and posted it inside the house, so that future visitors might know its pedigree and perhaps see a little of the magic that they might, otherwise, overlook.