work > painting

Before work one early February morning in 2019 I watched the house across the street from mine catch fire. The force of the fire hoses they aimed through the house blasted my bedroom windows with burnt plaster and shot water underneath the sash. Though no one was injured, it was one of those moments while living in a city when you’re reminded of how close we are to tragedy at any given moment and perhaps, the decision to choose joy in spite of that as often as possible.