In a recent FaceBook chat, author-architect Carol Venolia posted about living in a 60 square foot travel trailer.
That got some engrams knocked loose, and I began to reminisce about a small space I inhabited once. The result has been a bittersweet process. Searching for records of the past--and finding photos and letters from old friends and lovers--too many of them gone; many more, somewhere beyond the reach of a google search.
The goal is to build on the following sketches, combining and amplifying them, to come up with a New Mexican Moveable Feast. It's a terrifying prospect, because there were events where I caused great and needless pain to people. But you have to begin somewhere...