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Padre Pio, Santo Pio e benedici la nostra casa, forse San Cristoforo? A dim light to comfort at night.
I have been residing in my modest abode of Redfern for the past 2 years but today is the day i leave it behind.
Relocating is never fun but it gives great opportunity to reflect.
There were the locals who engaged in shouting matches at 3am in the morning. Fiercest battles ensuing between the curious possum Rasputin vs the wily cat. And then there was the rambunctious couple next door...
I will truly miss this place.
I sometimes lay there at night and wonder of those who have been here before. Who were they and what do they do now? Did they experience the joy and excitement that i have over the years? Would they be able to recall fond memories of their time in Redfern.
If this room could move my heart, could it move yours?
My parents are having a divorce and my mother is moving into a place of her own. This was my childhood home, and when I visited it in order to help my mother in carrying the stuff I wanted to visualize the material dissapearance of the home. Memories will stay.
This is from the week that our house sold. It's nice to remember how pretty it was...
We've been out about 3 weeks now. The woman that moved in has stripped all bushes and flower out. I know it's not my house anymore, but it still makes me ill to know we spent all that time and money for nothing!
My parents are having a divorce and my mother is moving into a place of her own. This was my childhood home, and when I visited it in order to help my mother in carrying the stuff I wanted to visualize the material dissapearance of the home. Memories will stay.
The abandoned security desk in front of the quote was very handy as a work station. I was able to trim the large roll of paper on the desk.
Tribune Tower security desk as crafting station
Getting the paper up on top of the quote was a bit tricky. The sheet is so large! Plus, I was running low on painters tape. Yeah, I keep painters tape at work. I’m handy like that.
Read the full story on my blog post at www.spudart.org/blog/tribune-tower-pencil-rubbing/
It was spooky to realize how much our Walls of Stuff affected the acoustic levels in the living room. Our voices echoed off the empty walls.
When we moved in, we had just come from a tiny, tiny studio in the East Village. We felt like the new apartment was huge. Now that everything's gone, I realize just how small it is, and what a struggle it is for two people to build a life in 350 square feet. We won't be doing that again any time soon.
My first strokes with the larger graphite turned out so well! I could immediately tell that this work much better than a regular pencil.
Read the full story on my blog post at www.spudart.org/blog/tribune-tower-pencil-rubbing/
Part of SmartDraw's blog entry on how to decompose large projects into manageable tasks, which you can read here: Decomposing Projects into Managable Tasks with Mind Maps
My ransacked apartment. My weekend was spent preparing for the exterminators, and cleaning. It was like movingout and then moving back in to the same apartment. Bleah.
Mum's House, Tea Chest.
When clearing out my late mother's house after her passing in 2016, I came across this old tea chest. My late father used to keep all sorts of junk in it and I remembered it from my childhood in the 1960s. Perhaps I should have kept it myself but I had no space. It went to that great recycling plant in the sky.
Samsung Galaxy J5.
My ransacked apartment. My weekend was spent preparing for the exterminators, and cleaning. It was like movingout and then moving back in to the same apartment. Bleah.
ever since high school, I wanted to move to New York City, have an apartment on the Lower East Side, know a bunch of interesting people, and do glamorous things with them.
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I love this one. This, this means a lot to me.
Those are most of my dresses folded and ready to be packed up in a box and Chris' napping feet. He naps a lot on my bed, and I love him.
Three more days.
Thankfully, I just so happened to have a nice kneadable eraser in my backpack. (I use it to create scorecards of historic baseball games while riding the train) The flexibility of this eraser makes it really nice to able to fit into the nooks and crannies of the letters. Initially I thought I could just clean up the letters after I take down the drawing. But I tell you what, it’s a whole lot easier to clean up the letters while the drawing is still on the wall. All you have to do is rub the eraser against the paper. The etching in the wall takes care of keeping the edges.
If I did the erasing after taking the drawing down, I would have to be super careful to not erase the edges of the letters.
The letters ended up being super nice and white. Great contrast.
While I was doing this, the thought came across my mind if this was considered cheating. Does the pencil rubbing world think that erasing the foreground to be cheating? Shouldn’t you do your rubbing good enough to not erase? Or maybe the pencil rubbing world knows that it’s an expert tip to use an eraser to make your rubbing spot-on sharp. I go with the latter.
Read the full story on my blog post at www.spudart.org/blog/tribune-tower-pencil-rubbing/