My Grandfather was an artist, the house was packed with his work as well as the many things he had doubles of and refused to throw away. There was never much that belonged to my Grandmother. The house was old and overgrown, the only one like it on the block. He built the whole back porch and almost all of the lighting fixtures in the house. Im sure everyone always wanted to know what was inside because when i was younger there was a house just like it on my block. As my Grandfather aged the unfinished art work became more apparent. His workshop began to fill with dust, and it wasnt wood dust. All the peices of wood and beer cans started to build up and in April of 2013 he passed away. Then began the extraordinary task of emptying the house. My Mom did most of this with the occasional help of my Sister and I. After going there for 18 years and seeing it just about empty was an eerie feeling.
64 Cedar Ave.
Rockville Center, New York, November 2013
Copyright Austin Shafkowitz