"We Live in These Houses," is the assertion made here. Though they rest on such a pink and jolly background, in “Houses,” the birds are something more sinister than the fleeting youth in my "Hawks" peice. There is more of a Fisher King deal going on here. As a child I loved the phrase “Safe as Houses.” In the years that I can remember, my family never lived in one home for very long, an average of five years, or in my child memory, “just long enough to feel comfortable and lived in.” On the other hand, my grandmother lived in the same home she’d moved into in 1950 something. Everything in that home was exactly where I left it last Christmas. Static is good. So houses are a touchy and apocryphal subject for me.
