I am in Switzerland moving out of an apartment i had rented since i am a student. The place was a sweet dump filled with paintings from my grand father, mom's carpets, old kitchen utensils, weathered linens, and leather coated books on the history of most everything, including anatomy, literature, art, and luthertum.



I have never had to let go of so many evocative objects at once. Not to speak of the [potentially] useful work folders, journals, paperbacks, and the un-necessary copies of my doctoral thesis. I guess i will feel lighter once i am done. Meanwhile, it's more on the heavy side. Good i have my "final home" coat with me...

Thanks Noboyuki :)

Also nice: accomplice and long-time friend Delphine gave me small painting by her father, Pierre Chevalley, as a token of all those paintings from my own dad's dads that will end in her basement. And the best part: it's a transportable and vibrant token — one that will finish in Cambridge, MA



Merci Delpine :)

Objects come, objects go, and so do people!