I loved all the background and commentary about Sleeper and his exquisite house. Some of those pictures looked like drawings. Like I couldn't believe it was a real place.
His story made me feel a little sad. He spent all this time creating this beautiful house/art exhibit only to die prematurely. It reminds me somewhat of writing, actually. We build these word castles with the secret hope they'll outlive us, and be something to remember us by when we're gone. But what remains is only a tiny sliver of the person who created them.
Sorry! That got a bit dark... I've been thinking a lot about this kind of stuff. Just your standard, "Oh shit, my life is half over and I'm actually gonna die someday" crisis.
Honestly, none of the photos I shared or that I used for the book do the space justice. I would like to go back and tour it again without the pressure of trying to capture it all. He also mixed a lot of his own paints to create totally unique colors (the sea green color in that dining room is one of those). A bunch of his original formulas were sold to the California Paint Company. The dude was next level. But I am with you on that I wish he had someone to leave the house to or someone close who could have carried on his creative legacy. It’s lucky that it was preserved and maintained at all! :) Let me know when you find the cure for existential dread. I’ll be your first investor :)
Book news!! How exciting!
I loved all the background and commentary about Sleeper and his exquisite house. Some of those pictures looked like drawings. Like I couldn't believe it was a real place.
His story made me feel a little sad. He spent all this time creating this beautiful house/art exhibit only to die prematurely. It reminds me somewhat of writing, actually. We build these word castles with the secret hope they'll outlive us, and be something to remember us by when we're gone. But what remains is only a tiny sliver of the person who created them.
Sorry! That got a bit dark... I've been thinking a lot about this kind of stuff. Just your standard, "Oh shit, my life is half over and I'm actually gonna die someday" crisis.
Honestly, none of the photos I shared or that I used for the book do the space justice. I would like to go back and tour it again without the pressure of trying to capture it all. He also mixed a lot of his own paints to create totally unique colors (the sea green color in that dining room is one of those). A bunch of his original formulas were sold to the California Paint Company. The dude was next level. But I am with you on that I wish he had someone to leave the house to or someone close who could have carried on his creative legacy. It’s lucky that it was preserved and maintained at all! :) Let me know when you find the cure for existential dread. I’ll be your first investor :)
Love this. Excited for pub day, too! 💕
Yay!! I can’t wait to clink some lemonade with you! ✌🏼💗
Wow! How exciting!
Thanks Sharron! It’s gonna be fun! 💗
So cool! Like the cover of the book Sheila. Good luck with everything!!