House of Beauty Kitchen
I went to see the stage adaptation of Michael Turner’s book “Hard Core Logo” the other night—afterwards I was talking with friends about the nostalgia that has grown around the Vancouver punk scene—it made me examine my past and the relationship I have with it—I don’t think back with a sense of longing for days past—Not that I would want to have any other past and I don’t struggle with it one way or the other—I’m just happy to have food to eat these days and maybe my aesthetic values have changed a little--I knew after I painted my bedroom at the Smithrite House red and black that I really didn't want to sleep there anymore--
I was looking through what photos I still have and found some pictures of The House of Beauty just before it was demolished—then I found a picture (I think my sister might have taken it) of me in the living room of the Smithrite House just before its demolition—it’s always interested me that the majority of places we lived were torn down after we lived in them—not coincidental—
I like where I am today—knowing that my home isn’t destined for a bulldozer—
Paul Boyd Making Beauty of the House
Me (pondering paint chips for my bedroom)
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