Artist Statement


"I began pulling loose planks out of the cellar hole, the right corner at the front. ​ They were splintery and full of snaggled nails, but I pulled them out and tossed them onto the ground behind me, for all the world as if I had some real purpose or intention. ​ It was difficult work, but I have often noticed that it is almost intolerable to be looked at, to be watched, when one is idle. ​ When one is idle and alone, the embarrassments of loneliness are almost endlessly compounded. ​ So I worked till my hair was damp and my hands were galled and tender, with what must have seemed wild hope, or desperation. ​ I began to imagine myself a rescuer. ​ Children had been sleeping in this fallen house. ​ Soon I would uncover the rain-stiffened hems of their nightshirts, and their small, bone feet, the toes all fallen like petals. Perhaps it was already too late to help. ​ They had lain under the snow through far too many winters, and that was the pity. ​ But to cease to hope would be the final betrayal."

-Marilynne Robinson, Housekeeping

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