I come to house art, not to praise it;
The beauty that is created lives after them,
The good is oft interred with the foundation,
So let it be with art...In its noble home.
Ahhh yes, ripping off William Shakespeare, I am a class act. Really though, if one is to rip something off, one might as well go for the gold.
Reviving a beautiful, old home is precisely the kind of project I need. I am faced with feelings of hope juxtaposed with fear; excitement juxtaposed with anxiety; vision juxtaposed with haze. Mostly, I just want to begin the process.
My theatre arts teacher always said to either jump in the pool with both feet, or stay on your towel. I've never been afraid of water, I just hope we don't drown.
We won't. We can't. It's too important.
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