Next project – babcia and dziadek’s house.
(That’s nanna and pop in Polish).
I spent a LOT of years being babysitted, visiting, planting potatoes and eventually after my grandparents death, living in this house in Elsternwick. I still dream regularly of it, in so many different forms.
Sometimes it’s a crumbling wreck. Sometimes a squat full of dust and spiders and mouldering curtains. A place of decaying grandeur. Sometimes a tomb full of fear and ghosts. Sometimes a charnel house museum. Sometimes it’s large garden is a bower full of love and happiness. Sometimes it’s a refuge, and sometimes, I am trespassing because it’s not ours anymore.
Either way, I guess I’m not done with it. I documented the house extensively when living there, and have also already painted pictures of it. So time to build it in model form.