Taking the show on the road
Friday, May 08, 2015
story lines connections
people places things
Furniture, artwork, photos, boxes of history, papers, rugs, linens, dishes, cookware, lamps and boxes and bins and
my good ness …. There is so much here … Chanel…. clothes city clothes….
This life of mine here…. I want to inhabit it. I never have.
Winchester scrunched and scrunched … I hoarded my things and could not see them… did not have the space to use them nicely.
Here I do.
And … I want to do that.
Really I'd like to be doing that starting now.
Yet I accept that there are many reasons my paths have brought me and others here
Oh. My. So many emotions this past week. Crying at finally liking this apartment… seeing my things … embraced by them. Realizing I must take this house apart and EMPTY it again. Make room for Renters. Renting it for a YEAR (a long time. just a year. a short time. Time time. T.s. Elliot/Four Quartets . Time). The brainchild of fiscal management. Wanting to recoup some ca$h. And… in the trudging maintenance of having gone out to California with Joe. Building a life out there FOR HIM. And enjoying it myself, too. Doesn't really suit me.
The place? The circumstances? Dunno.
There are many stories that have been unfolding and folding and unfolding
Origami of relations
Joe in California - a part of me -
maybe we can keep that together
maybe i can be "bi-coastal"
Chicago main house
California for winters?
I box it all up. Again.
Just like exercising.
A lot of sweat.
Finding out what we're made of.
Testing the limits.
So many of my things have memories attached to them.
Inhereited a lot o hand me downs from me mum. And others.
Stories in things.
Empty space is SO changed by things.
THink of set design.
LEARN THIS PJ
Strike this set.
Make a new one in a year.
Take the show on the road.