I plunge deeper into this artists life, as I begin the slow, yet rewarding process of renovating what will one day be my new home. As a soon to be mega -touring musician, I need a place that I own (aka is rent free).
Her name is Matilda and she is a 1955 Streamline Trailer. 24' by 8' wide, she arrived in my driveway to a hail storm in July, announcing her triumph. Her body is in perfect shape, but as I peel away the pee smelling rugs and clean out the extra fluffy insulation, a floor that needs refurnishing is revealed. She will be more of a project to restore than I originally thought, but this in some ways actually excites me. It feels like I will be building my own house on wheels. As I was throwing some of the access, this guy rode by and gave me some books about restoring vintage trailers, saying he had just purchased one himself and is re-doing the floor. People have been coming out of the woodwork to offer help, advice and guidance. It's kind of like owning a dog - the subculture slowly emerging and gathering around me.
I've never really built anything with my hands before, and welcome the opportunity to gain this new practical skill (with guidance, of course.) It arrives symbiotically with the new shape my body is coming into. I have been swimming for an hour every day for the past two weeks and I feel physically stronger than I have ever felt in my life! I even ripped out some of the wood with my own bare hands, feeling a bit like super man.
For now, however, I am cleaning and daydreaming about designs. Thinking about how I can live more simply, and recalling my days living with no electricity or running water when I lived in Kenya. It really wasn't that bad.
I can see that Matilda is going to be a teacher to me in many ways...