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Homes & me: Sunday still-life

I love it when Homes comes to town. It usually means a whole day or more of painting, naps in the afternoon, farm fresh foods, and some kind of brain / body meltdown. This month the meltdown had to do with Borge’s short story, The Aleph, also the name of a one-man play we went to see Saturday night at the Soulpepper theatre in the Distillery District. An aleph, apparently, is a point that contains all other points… or one thing that is everything… or your brain is … everywhere? Something like that. He left behind the biography for me to pick at. I’m content to enjoy his enjoyment of it. Is that laziness? Probably. But it is just what I need once a month. Homes does all the hard, organizational work, setting up still-lifes, usually the cooking. All I have to do, really, is show up and paint. This is what I did.