I was recently invited to a fabulous event–an art-making day at the home of my dear friend Leslie. She provided the hospitality of her beautiful, Swedish-inspired home in the woods, the company of her charming dogs Luna and (the newly rescued) Broomis, and a spectacular seafood curry soup.
And large, blank houses cut from illustration board.
Her ten or twelve lucky guests brought rolls, salad, chocolate, chai, and bags and bins and boxes of art supplies and ephemera.
What a day we had, and how beautiful the resulting town of houses was when we finally–after 6 hours or so–stopped for show and tell.
I wish I could show them all to you, but, alas (and damn!) they don’t belong to me, but to their individual makers. But I will show off mine if I may (yeah, try and stop me). This baby’s been working up through the murky recesses of my consciousness, Magic 8-Ball style, for weeks, and it was both challenging and freeing to help it find form.
Here she be. It’s called (after the Lhasa de Sela song of the same name) Soon This House Will Be Too Small.
The house is hinged with silk ribbons along the left side, and opens like a book; it stands about 9″ tall. Here’s the outside:
And the inside, with a somewhat closer view of the right-hand page (note the tiles that show through the windows on the front):
and the rear view:
Each woman there made something different–there were cheerful houses, somber houses, homes, shops, houses with words, houses that held their tongues, tropical houses and beach houses and fantasy houses. Amazing.
Here’s the interesting thing. Since that day I’ve been having incredibly vivid, long, detailed dreams about houses of all kinds, so real, so insistent on being recognized.
I think we need another art day. Soon.