My First Work in the New Place
Every time I move, I rediscover my possessions. Some of them hide forgotten in closets, waiting for me to remember to use them, like a spiral-bound sketch pad, 19″ x 24″, its first page still blank, just as on the day my mother got it for me, some dozen or more years ago. After a particularly long and hard day of moving, I had this urge to put aside everything, to forget about all the boxes yet to be unpacked,…