In this house fragments of memories assemble behind these doors The fullness of a life cannot be contained here Yet I return to these rooms in this house again and again
As you look inside the window and door of this sweet little dimensional house, you’ll find this poem (written by me). The doormat reveals the theme of the text.
One of a series I call "in this house", inspired by daily walks in my many neighborhoods and travels through the years. Passing by, you only see the outside shell of a house. Curiosity peaks when you see a window without curtains. What happens behind those walls? Who lives there? What are they doing? The rare open door almost seems like an invitation to come in. I have left the windows and doors wide open in my collection of houses for you to peek inside.
Made up of painted fabric on a thick stabilizer, printed cotton scraps, zippers, beads, buttons, rick rack and / or any other embellishments I may have on hand. Stitching gives it depth and texture. The house is attached to a plastic food container!