The House Where Nobody Lives
The House Where Nobody Lives, oil on panel, 24" x 24", Steven Rhude " Well, the paint is all cracked, it was peeled off of the wood The papers were stacked on the porch where I stood And the weeds had grown up just as high as the door There were birds in the chimney and an old chest of drawers Looks like no one will ever come back. to the house where nobody lives." - TW The house in art; so many visual depictions... well for me it reflects the life cycle. It's a tactile artifact that elicits the internal geography of two individuals. Sadly at times humans outlive love. We are born, live, love, even hate, and then die. The strange thing is that objects often outlive our lives and also obliquely provide a testament to our spirit - whether our love endured or not. If this house were a map, and we could enter, we could chart our way around it from a domestic perspective. However, most symboli...