I grew up in three homes simultaneously. In all the homes I grew up in, art was abundant, and for that I am very lucky. The tastes of my parents varied slightly. My mother, Terri, favored tasteful landscapes and portraits that complimented the colors already present in the condo. My father leaned towards velvet painting (yes, you read that correctly) that he picked up in thrift stores and collages that he himself made out of magazines. (He also endured the unnecessary disdain that only one teenager and two adolescents can deliver about his choice of artwork.) My other mother, Lou Ann, created altars and she filled the tiny Snug Cottage that we all lived in with little altars on bookshelves, window sills and tables.
In the Garagehome I’ve noticed myself repeating the pattern of Snug Cottage with regards to art. I moved into the Garagehome semi-permanently in late November but I didn’t run out of wall space until mid-December (it took me almost a whole month!) In late December I turned to the window sills.
Maple and I have yet to finish the windowsills in the Garagehome. We’ve talked about tiling or wood or just leaving them unfinished. I’m sure we’ll get to it one of these winters, but for now they act a blank canvas to my (and Maple’s) abundance of found art.
Some of the windowsills I created as current thoughts or good vibes sent to loved ones that live far away (the one I made to my sister, in wishes of her well-being.) Some of them I think of as a future promise such as the one I made for future children. Some I construct as a homage to Snug, the Condo and my father’s apartment; my past that built my present. I feel very strongly that we all believe in our own way and pray in our own way and that one way (my way) is no better or worse than another way.
In my way I make altars, and I dust, adjust and arrange them weekly, ritually. While I don’t place the same obsessive importance on my altars that, say, Charlie’s mother does in “It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia,” I do feel a sense of peace when I look around my house. There they all are; my past, my present and my future.