Marine blue carpet, father remodeling bathroom while watching, talking, warmth among dust debris tiles and caulking....sea green tiles to a plastic shower.
Greasy pipes, pipe fittings for water not electrical... strewn
around on table tops. Angles and elbows to fit around and
in tight spots. A grime that leaves hands black and greasy...
not a "dirty" grime but one that is ever present when working
with these materials. Coats all surfaces, so thick you can
carve your name with a fingernail.
A need to turn things around perhaps to re-imagine them as
I did when a child. Space as if remembered, fragmented and
strange. Disjointed frozen beautiful ...questionably... undoubtedly...other
than it seems.