My Life From the Outside

This is an image I have imagined a hundred times. Our kitchen window overlooks a set of public steps and has no opaque curtains. Every evening I imagine our teatimes as tiny, absurdist plays. When Otto drops his spoon I wonder if at that moment perhaps a jogger passed and watched briefly. My tuesday open studio feels almost exactly like this, but with people in chairs in place of passers-by.

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