THE OLD NEIGHBORHOOD
ACRYLIC ON PAPER
Voila! My childhood memory of our house in Iowa City has become a Google map. Pressed into a crumpled-up wad, the map is less than precise. The old Seymour Street neighborhood has been blurred by time. But there are all the tidy houses lining the street, the schoolyard across the way with the dreaded jungle-gym, the cross street leading to unknown territory, and the backyard gardens filled with dill and asparagus, cabbages and carrots, black walnut trees and Mr. Peterson’s grape arbor. It all basks in the sunshine of long-ago summer days, and creates an a la carte feast of color and discovery. And on closer examination, behind it all lies a safe and secure home filled with, noise, runny noses, skinned knees, and love.