Checking out san juan I am reminded of what I find to be the visually arresting beauty of worn, chipped porches as they stand in contrast to the antiseptic feel of new construction. the wear and tear as markers of a life transparent. the spirit of new.
When we repainted the apartment last summer i remember feeling struck by the sterility of it all, as if the newly unmarked walls were a thin layer of concealer
i would love to peel away the paint in the corner of a very old home...find the different layers of wallpaper, imagine myself as the infant turned girl turned teen turned lady who had lived under those colors and patterns and soil.
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