A vanishing rainstorm left a brisk, penetrating breeze in its wake. The brick house sat blind with its windows shattered or entirely absent, allowing the wind to wander through its rooms unrestrained. A gust moved a loose door, tapping and knocking on its broken jamb. The walls whispered and wailed as the air pushed through the lathe left exposed like an untended wound. The sharp roughness of peeling paint broke off in my hands and when the wind subsided, the house breathed its musty breath over me.
I thought I’d post a throwback to 2010.
Every once in a while, something grabs you and holds on. I made several paintings of this house between 2009 and 2014. The place had an incredible story behind it and was central in the lives of one man and one family. Over the course of the Echoes series, I kept coming back to this house. The place had a mood that changed with the weather and offered up a new vision with every visit.
The prose was written in 2011 in a creative writing workshop with the incredibly talented poet, Catherine Graham. Her workshop opened up a whole new passion for me that added another level level to what I now do. The paintings and this excerpt are now a part of my book “Once Imagined” . As soon as my immigration status allows, I plan to resume seeking publication.
Recognizing our passion isn’t always easy. It takes being open to life and surrounding ourselves with the right people along the way. When we find it, we usually discover it was always there. Is there something that grabbed ahold of you and didn’t let go? What are you passionate about?