This is a painting. I saw exactly and that's rare. Aside from beautiful writing, I sometimes think of having to do something like this. I have no siblings and no kids, what do I do with it all?
"We are graspers and hoarders of the first order; we are not pruners." I love this line, and I'm so guilty of this.
This is a beautiful chapter, Adam. The dividing up of memories between you and your brother is something I've experienced, and don't want to again - although we know we will have to at least once more. It's a madhouse of guilt and regret.
The visuals of the firefighters and the flames jumped off the screen for me, and it got me to thinking of how the wood of those dry, seaside homes smell of musty salt. I love that smell. I also love the smell of smoke. Your works always take me back into my own ephemeral memories. It's a big part of why I love and appreciate your work.
I think you really get it, Troy. I also love the smell of smoke (particularly of fireplaces). I caught wind of it earlier this evening coming back from a run and there is something transportive about fireplace smoke outside someone's home that's the nighttime equivalent of mown grass.
This is a painting. I saw exactly and that's rare. Aside from beautiful writing, I sometimes think of having to do something like this. I have no siblings and no kids, what do I do with it all?
When you’re done tidying up and there has to be a point where you just go fuck it, the ones that love you, known and unknown, will come forward. ❤️
"We are graspers and hoarders of the first order; we are not pruners." I love this line, and I'm so guilty of this.
This is a beautiful chapter, Adam. The dividing up of memories between you and your brother is something I've experienced, and don't want to again - although we know we will have to at least once more. It's a madhouse of guilt and regret.
The visuals of the firefighters and the flames jumped off the screen for me, and it got me to thinking of how the wood of those dry, seaside homes smell of musty salt. I love that smell. I also love the smell of smoke. Your works always take me back into my own ephemeral memories. It's a big part of why I love and appreciate your work.
I think you really get it, Troy. I also love the smell of smoke (particularly of fireplaces). I caught wind of it earlier this evening coming back from a run and there is something transportive about fireplace smoke outside someone's home that's the nighttime equivalent of mown grass.