h o u s e s
I once had a dream about a little neighborhood of houses just like this. The houses were on a river, though, and I was stuck on the opposite side. This was like 14 years ago, but I was keeping a dream journal at the time, so it is forever preserved on paper (at least a 6:00 AM rough sketch of it is). I'm sure I analyzed the heck out of it back then, but for now I'm going to leave all the separation and worry issues behind and concentrate on the shapes and colors.
I love repetition, routine, and imperfection, which is why I love rows of crooked things, I think.
I spent my Monday resting because of a cold, so I decided that I would spend time making these houses and a pot of soup. Playing with color and a bowl of warm soup: two quiet things that make me happy.
I plan on making houses with the kids and, afterwards, I'll give them pens so they can add details to their buildings and houses. I'll keep you posted.