I Used to Play in That Yard (5” x 7”)

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Thinking of the homes we grew up in.

Acrylic on 5” x 7” canvas board

I recently drove by one of my childhood homes with one of my siblings. From the car I admired how the bushes I used to jump over had grown to tower above the back wall.

Good, that means the hamster we buried beside the second to last bush hasn't been dug up to make room for new plants.

The tree roots I used to balance on had taken over a bit more of the front yard.

The window into my bedroom now had shutters. Do the new owners still have my yellow floral wallpaper I used to trace with my fingers? Did they find the tiny drawings I made between the flowers?

The house felt happy. The memories are soft and hazy and fade one into the other, but they feel like some of the best I have.

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Thinking of the homes we grew up in.

Acrylic on 5” x 7” canvas board

I recently drove by one of my childhood homes with one of my siblings. From the car I admired how the bushes I used to jump over had grown to tower above the back wall.

Good, that means the hamster we buried beside the second to last bush hasn't been dug up to make room for new plants.

The tree roots I used to balance on had taken over a bit more of the front yard.

The window into my bedroom now had shutters. Do the new owners still have my yellow floral wallpaper I used to trace with my fingers? Did they find the tiny drawings I made between the flowers?

The house felt happy. The memories are soft and hazy and fade one into the other, but they feel like some of the best I have.

Thinking of the homes we grew up in.

Acrylic on 5” x 7” canvas board

I recently drove by one of my childhood homes with one of my siblings. From the car I admired how the bushes I used to jump over had grown to tower above the back wall.

Good, that means the hamster we buried beside the second to last bush hasn't been dug up to make room for new plants.

The tree roots I used to balance on had taken over a bit more of the front yard.

The window into my bedroom now had shutters. Do the new owners still have my yellow floral wallpaper I used to trace with my fingers? Did they find the tiny drawings I made between the flowers?

The house felt happy. The memories are soft and hazy and fade one into the other, but they feel like some of the best I have.