The Bungalow

Behind my house is a bungalow with two rooms and a bath.  Several years ago I had part of it made into an art sudio which thrilled me.  It was beautiful, but it did not work out.  It was too hot in the summer; too cold in the winter.  Many of my old projects are out there, and tonight I sifted through some of them looking for a particular work.   I found lives I remembered and lives I had forgotten.  Childish pencil drawings, college conte crayon sketches on brown paper, acrylic paintings demonstrating this or that principal, graded art design projects, so many faces and bodies I never knew, faces and bodies I knew very well, friends and lovers memorialized on paper, animals I love, houses I loved, projects that make me recall happiness, projects I cried through (the Mont Blanc ink drawing), projects  I worked on while slipping into places that were not real (a flower arrangement of pink and blue painted on a Florida porch), projects that bring back memories of euphoria drawn in country houses while high on pot, water colors painted while high on something else, ink images painted after rehab.  Collections during my pale aqua and black period and many, many fashion sketches.  I found so many unfinished ideas, completely finished ideas and, very significantly, the bohemia of my life - scarves of purple and green, ash trays that are works of art, books, paper, trays with pressed hydrangea, shadow boxes, beautiful bottles of ink, paint tins that are little works of art, lovely brushes, pen nibs, chalk, my favorite gouche, magazines from long ago with beautiful images, lovely bottles, neat art paraphenalia.  What a glorious cluttered mess of memory and renewed inspiration.  The energy of my spirit fairly hovers and vibrates through this collection that is all mine and only mine because no one else could appreciate this mosaic of passion.   

On the back of my property sits a bungalow containing a beautiful collection of lives I have lived and dreams I have dreamed so far.  Proving that one man's junk is another man's treasure.