It is a strange, stark, scary, wonderful, desperately sad, terrifyingly eye opening, amazing thing when finally seeing you’ve held inconsistent or opposing ideas that simply cannot coexist and therefore undermine and undercut each other.
Strange because it has not been seen before. The thoughts in opposition have lain deep below conscious thought.
The shape of family
Change is a constant. Change within the walls of home is a constant. The building years are different to the years I find we’re in now. I don’t know what to call these years yet, but at the start its about pulling together a home. Nesting, collecting. Now it’s different.
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