Artist

Most of you have heard by now that I've moved from California to Sweden, and now my very first home in California is up for sale!

I truly love this house with the expansive yard for my huskies to frolic in and the space for me to cultivate my dream garden full of flowers. I even built a greenhouse to create a tropical paradise. The doors open to giant redwoods in the backyard and even a creek!

It's been painful to say goodbye but I hope the next owner of this beautiful property will continue to enjoy the amazing nature, peace, and joy it has to offer. The house has spacious high ceilings where I was able to hang my various koi and star lantern designs. The skylight and wall to wall windows is perfect for growing my plant wall and giant fiddle leaf fig tree (which is now too big to fit through the door so the next owner will inherit it).

The realtor insisted on "vanilla decor" in their words, but you can see from my photos how magical the space can be. You can find more photos and details here on Zillow!

Roses without thorns

Wings without horns

Skin stained in color

Still, I grow duller

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the home: 

muddles my perception of time

Changes in both size and distance

lulls me into sense of safety and twist it into an oppressive paranoia inducing hellouse-scape

compels me to forget my own autonomous existence 

waters down the outside and/ or exaggerate it to mythical extent 

shrinks front door perron when i ascend, jarringly draws it out when i descend.

all its windows views are other walls of itself

the backyard fence looms in every horizon

bitter to abandonment of what belongs under its roof, including me when i go out to buy some good ol orange fanta

 doesn’t look for me under its roof, it always knows where I’m.

when it sleeps doors never open, i don’t know it’s sleeping schedule

Probably should have ironed this before posting...

Rambles below!

Excellent update on year 2 of this program:

Sure, people complain. Rich people are always going to complain about taxes. But they never flee the way they threaten to, largely because whether or not they like to admit it, they prefer to live in the kinds of areas where things are made nicer by the taxes they don’t want to pay.