Layers like nail polish on long nails (Summer Days in Vermont)
There comes a time when one gets a hankering to build a home. If I were to build a home I would dream it here. I would sleep outside in the summers (and divert the bugs with bright purple lights) I would plant flowers-red purple green kaleidescope colors on a canvas of mossy green. I would build the beams and paint the walls and carve the corners and each year I would make layers like nail polish on long nails. spring summer fall winter would pass and I would imagine e.e. cumming poems. I would hum country songs in the kitchen when I swept and let my children finger paint the walls.
(A hang carved door to the summer terrace to sleep)
(Dreamland Bed Nook surrounded by hanging flowers)
(Matured Eyes)
(Caroline’s)
(Cobwebs on the Grass)
(Breakfast Sweet Potato Cuts)
(Photos on Breakfast Tables)
(To Market)
(Lathed WOoden Bowl Painted)
(Ginger Child)
(In the tower framed)
(Yelena descending the tower of windows)
(Boy in Brush with flowers)
(Dog Day Afternoons)
(The Studio)
(Dinner)
(We believe in Community)
