When I complained to a friend at work about having to plan dinner yet again she told me the tale of the little table. It seems all you had to do was clap your hands and say “Come, Little Table, come!” and a table would trot in, beautifully set with a delicious meal. When you’d eaten your fill you just clapped your hands and said, “Go, Little Table, go!” and it would trot off to wash the dishes. “So,” I said, “where do I get one of those little tables?” The closest I could come was to make a drawing.
Then when Jessie was about three she asked me as we were walking in New York City, “Why don’t homeless people just get jobs?”
I took a deep breath and said; “Well... what do you need in order to get a job? First you have to go on a job interview. You should be rested so you need a bed. You have to be clean so you need a bathtub. You should be well-fed so you need a stove and a table. We came to the conclusion that to have a home you need a job-but to get a job you need a home.
This series of drawings is a meditation on home. As I drew I thought of more things a home needs--a chair to sit and think, a fireplace to keep cozy, extra chairs for when friends come over. What does a home provide us and what does our home need from us? What does it take to have a life?