The oldest, the youngest. Fattest, skinniest. Wisest, and by far, dumbest. Two full tons of concrete chunks, chopped, loaded, hauled and unloaded, wind whipping dust into my nose and hair.
I broke in my new work gloves. Thanks, Santa!
Sometimes I fantasize about spending more time making art, and then I remind myself that remodeling our home is art. I am living inside an art project, a never ending, constantly evolving, crazy awful fun beautiful mess. Art by definition.