A Home is a Home

Before leaving Washington, DC, my good friend the musician, William Hooker, suggested that I take pictures of my home.  I would not have thought to do that.  While taking the pictures, I realized that I needed to take the pictures in order to be able to leave the house.  It was more than a house for me.  It was my playground.  I could create any living environment I wanted.

When I settled here in Santiago my friends kept asking me to send pictures of my new home and to describe it.  Suddenly one morning, a poem popped into my head, A Home is a Home.  The video is an illustration of the poem.