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Gaston Bachelard was a twentieth-century French philosopher and author of experimental, phenomenological-psychological texts such as The Psychoanalysis of Fire, The Poetics of Reverie, and, most relevant to this exercise: The Poetics of Space (which can be read in full and downloaded at The Internet Archive in a number of readable/accessible formats). This activity will make more sense when you do the reading below. Let yourself feel childlike about your drawing. Try to remember how you would have drawn it as a child. On your second piece of paper, draw the front of your house or building-what it looked like from the front lawn or the street view.

Not only where things were, but the tiles or carpet or wood on the floor, the curtains.

The first time I did this exercise with the poet Robyn Schiff, I drew the floor plan to a split-level home: a house with a front door that opened to stairs going up, and stairs going down-the bifurcated world of my childhood home.Īs you draw, let yourself remember the spaces. Start with the floor plan-where are the doors, the windows? Does that room connect to a hallway, or to stairs? Stairs are always important: they are liminal spaces, go-betweens-as are doors. On your first piece of paper, draw the outline of the earliest house of your memory, as though you were looking down on doll house, without its roof. Materials needed: two pieces of unlined paper and a pencil with a good eraser, and notebook paper. (It is child and pet friendly, as well, although children are better at doing the drawings with you than pets.) It will take you to another space and house entirely. If you are feeling the pressure of that space, and the need for fresh imaginative air, this is the writing exercise for you. Houses are suddenly not the thing we fly from in the morning and return to, tired at night, but where we are-our work, our play, our spirits collapsed into one space. We find ourselves cleaning things, both as a practical means of relieving anxiety and to make our spaces more livable for the long term. Our spaces are suddenly much more intimate, whether they are indoors, or the outdoors near our homes. Into the yard-raking the leaves away, pulling the plants out that have rooted themselves in the brickwork path. Into the cupboards, discovering a bag of grits to cook Sunday morning. The first and second week, I find myself going physically deeper into the spaces of my house-into the garage, cleaning it, pulling out the broken tools and toys. Whether you live in a room or a house with multiple levels, suddenly we are keeping to them as all of us adjust to living in a quarantine environment. We have all recently experienced a change in our relationship with our houses and homes. from Molly Spencer’s “Meadow | A Reckoning” The slant of one nightĬan starve all the songs in the vault of her

I start ironfell and requries a internet connection