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My bedroom, my seat of dreams...with the antique wardrobe I bought when I first moved to Oxford, in homage to CS Lewis' "The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe," as Lewis' old house (now a museum) was just a mile down the street from my house. I imagine an
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Here's wonderful birthday letter from a friend and Sean's "I fly my Jalina like a kite" drawing. In the foreground is my body cut from paper (one of the nude, translucent paper dolls I used to create a video montage)
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My antique bed frame from Salisbury, my necklace of saints, and a template for a perfect heart.
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A wire heart given to me by my daughter AK with love notes in it (including one of my most beloved treasures: the instructions my kids posted all over town for a scavenger hunt. I followed their notes like crumbs - they led me to the park where my girls w
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Hundreds of pages of emails Sean printed out and tied with bows, beneath a punting hat given to by my friend Burt after my first try punting in Oxford
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This is a portrait of me sketched by my daughter a few years ago, above a bird's nest my friend Louise gave me in Italy
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In my room; I found the walking stick along the Canterbury Cathedral pilgrim's trail in a wood of bluebells.
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A folk art statue I found in an antique shop in northern Japan contemplating immortality (the wire death figure was made by my friend John 24 years ago - its head is a bead from my old necklace)
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