Art project of people and sparrows

Katherine Ann Middleton, USA

I often feel like my mind is a house. An old house with many rooms, an attic, and a basement. A place where all my memories are stored in brown cardboard boxes and inhabit the many different rooms. This house looks like my mother's house. I think this is partially due to the fact that this is the house where my brother died. In the room, at the top of the stairs, and to the right is where he took his own life. This loss plagued me for years and it wasn't until recently that I realized in some way I had actually gained. The repercussions of this loss resulted in new perspectives of being. And for that I am thankful.