A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most...– JOAN DIDION
All houses wherein men have lived and died Are haunted houses. Through the open doors The harmless phantoms on their errands glide, With feet that make no sound upon the floors. We meet them at the door-way, on the stair, Along the passages they come and go, Impalpable impressions on the air, A sense of something moving to and fro. There are more guests at table than the hosts Invited;...
If we listened to our intellect we’d never have a love affair. We’d...– Ray Bradbury
I used to feel so alone in the city. All those gazillions of people and then me,...– Augusten Burroughs
One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.– Henry Miller
Mineola and the Ugly Grapefruits
My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness...– Fernando Pessoa
An architect’s most useful tools are an eraser at the drafting board, and...– Frank Lloyd Wright
For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin - real life....– Alfred D’Souza
in it. →
Skinny hand drawn black lines grow upwards, running the outline of first a kitchen, then a series of boxes as they become the house where we will spend the majority of our time. What is at first a crude dollhouse drawing evolves into the bloomy sketch of a home during the holiday season on a greeting card. The black and white is filled up with splotches of watercolor. Muted autumn leaves with the...
I love you when I wake up in the morning and have to climb out of bed and splash...– Ernest Hemingway
happy boy margarine
Bob's Hot Truck
meat in the meat sauce