the first things i ever remember drawing on paper were houses. i enjoyed drawings roofs, four-square windows, doorknobs, trees, clouds, maybe birds that looked like widened mcdonalds arches.
the first things i would draw on the computer were houses as well. all in their same details, now multicolored and pixelated, and maybe with added typographic flair.
i grew up in a house behind a house, a guest house of sorts that was really more like a studio apartment. one large room with a couch/bed, a bed, a tv, a dining table, a papa-san, a baby’s crib, an armoire. this was home until i was about eight or nine years old, when we finally moved to our own house with two bedrooms.
a one bedroom house behind a house left little to no privacy. when my parents argued, there was no storming to another room to deflate and cool down. there wasnt a backyard lawn to play in- instead, we made do by playing in mud. there were few places to hide christmas presents, and subsequently, little room to put away toy collections.
i think seeing domesticated life on tv made me long for a home i could call my own, with a tree out front and a backyard to cause trouble in.
i rarely draw houses now, though i rarely draw at all.