This image is available on a hand printed card in our etsy shop here.
Last night I was on the front porch reading "Another Bullshit Night In Suck City", sitting in our broken upholstered arm chair. I knew we had scheduled a Perspective Lifters work night to make more of our paper houses but I was hoping for a no show so I could just be left to my self and my book when Dave came walking up the sidewalk. Now I was trapped. We began our conversation and I could tell he was bothered by something and when I pressed a little bit he related a frustrating work experience he had that day on his job with his boss. It seemed to help him to be able to unload a little.
We decided to go back to the carriage house studio and begin working even though it was just the two of us. As we got out the supplies and began cutting the card board patterns to be guides for marking and cutting the beautiful heavy white printmaking paper that would become our paper houses, something began to shift inside of me. The lethargy and feelings of "leave me alone and just let me sit here" began to fall away and a little beam of creative light began to light my darkened soul. Before long we were cutting paper into house shapes and inking the woodblock to begin printing. While we worked we had the depth and ease of conversation that only friends who have known each other over twenty years can have.
It seems too obvious to say that we need good people in our lives. We need that nudge from a friend to begin again. We need that other person to help rock the car out of that stuck place in the slippery wet snow that has you trapped at the curb. We need that other person to let us know that their is a smudge of something on our chin or that our sweater is buttoned up wrong. We desperately need this interconnectedness in order to make our way in this world.