Just wanted to let everyone know that the emails Paiger is getting are so inspiring! I've lived in this house 13 years, and not that I'm a recluse (I'm certainly not) and visitors are mostly welcome, but they usually arrive via chain mail....on the elbow of someone who has been here before. And mostly I hear silence. Maybe they're just overwhelmed. But mostly they're just speechless.
I mean, this is not the kind of house where people say things like "Where did you get that?", "You have such a way with color". " You should be an interior decorator". This is the kind of house I live in. I love EVERY color. Even mud. And I love it all next door to any other color that wants to camp there. I believe in mermaids and angels and the ever-after, I believe in fate and karma and magic and God. I believe in good and bad and the sometimes sloppy line in between. I believe in Peace. In my house... my beliefs, fears, loves, struggles, miracles, everyday moments all live together. Painted, drawn, collaged, glued, carved on the walls, down the halls, on the kitchen cupboards, the doors, the floors, the furniture, the windows..... Call it Chaos. Or call it home. It's my world.
The drawings here are soulful paper kites... set free. No longer tethered to the walls of my world, they are weightless ...floating in a perfect sky, drifting over rooftops and sandy dunes. Some travel mile after dusty mile , some don't go far at all, barely lifted over the fenceposts. But, like the fateful message in the bottle, they know perfectly well when to flutter back to earth. Where to make their new home. Take care precious thoughts.
Peace, love, and the color of a perfect sky,