The last time my beloved farm house was lived in was sometime in the 70's. Every time I go there I find new inspiration. Things are the same, but different. Sometimes it's bolted shut, sometimes the door is wide open. Sometimes I sit in the back yard and look over Lake Leelanau, envisioning how I'd make the house and property my own if I could ever afford to purchase the $600,000 wonderland. Sometimes I sit and pray for my future, for my dreams to eventually be reality, and for me to continue to have the strength to pursue them. This is my Poppy House. This is my thesis. This is what my collection is about.
More concept development and blog posts to come.