I wonder if the empty room feels exposed, naked, vulnerable, or perhaps she is an exhibitionist, that revels in her sparse beauty.  Begging to have the observer, look at her, admire her, sit with her.  There is something wonderfully rich about the blank slate.  My imaginings made manifest with the sweeping away of all obstacles.  Admittedly some of those obstacles come in the form of walls and doors, diminutive moldings, or grotesque protuberances – the gaudy mantle or casing – lob it off, somewhat less delicately than the plastic surgeon, shaping and sculpting the next, in a long line of Bougie Barbies.  My goal is not perfection – perfection is decidedly boring.  I’d rather be interesting, the cocktail party guest that amuses and entertains, and that above all else, makes you feel special. 

Rooms can do that too.  They draw you into a conversation, even when you didn’t much feel like talking.  It can start slowly with that interesting object displayed on the coffee table.  What is it?  A gourd handled, porcelain brush?  It looks Asian, maybe Japanese.  Where did it come from, what is it used for? Now you’re getting into the swing of it.  You see, you can’t stay silent when there are so many interesting things to discover.

Today though, we need to start with the basics. This room has sat empty for far too long. Sure it might have been home to a dust bunny or a plastic bunny on wheels, left unattended by the two year old ready for a nap or a snack or some other distraction. It’s time to give its due.