I’m revisiting this piece of art because my childhood home is up for sale. In a few months I can go back to 323 Buena Vista Road through art I’ve made, but never again will I be able to visit my birthplace as it once was. That’s why, even though this exhibiting work is from the ECVA Archives, it speaks to me today. I made this piece of art 2 years ago thinking the house would sell. Here I am, 2 years later, again facing the same inevitability. However, this time Mom is gone and the house will sell no matter what. Again I grieve in this same way:
My childhood home goes on the market in 3 weeks. I have been preparing for this inevitability my entire life. The house I live in now is stuffed with paintings I have made about my wondrous birthplace. God spoke to me there: in big and little things. Something simple, like the way the wood of the banister felt beneath my fingers, can trigger a whole host of memories. The whole place is filled with triggers. I dreamed in this place, I was loved in this place and I became “me” in this place. Such a big chunk of my story began within these walls. On every single page of my story you will find God’s hand. He has always been there. You can expect to find Him inside every single one of my paintings. He is always in my story.