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.