Today’s post is a somewhat stylized image of the house I grew up in.
No doubt it faced its share of storm clouds but at its foundation it was a place where the heart was.
Where the Heart Is
ANDREW HENDERSON
Making Art
Today’s post is a somewhat stylized image of the house I grew up in.
No doubt it faced its share of storm clouds but at its foundation it was a place where the heart was.
ANDREW HENDERSON 
Luv it! I think that’s your window, isn’t it. I wonder how many thousand times your Mom hung the laundry out on the line? Is that your Dad going out to check his garden I wonder?
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Thanks Liz. My window, mom at the line, and Dad on his way to the garden, sounds about right.
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This is an intensely interesting sketch; I’m envious. There’s so much emotion here, but it’s presented with great subtlety. Houses are such powerful presences in our hearts and minds.
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It’s a place that evokes much of what was good about home and family.
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