Renewal is an experiment. What will life be like if we choose to live in this house, on this street, in this neighborhood, in this city, and commit to doing what we can to bring it (back) to life? And that impulse drives even the simplest of projects.

This was a piece of an old, broken-down piano. What sort of life can it have if we choose to commit some time, creativity, and effort to it? It lives on as a sideboard in the cottage dining room, still bearing proudly its original piano label, right there, dead center of the top. It's as though it is saying "I may no longer be a piano, but there is life in me yet".

Cottage is renewed. This is cottage.

The turquoise shelf was a piano. The “R”-wall was some folding doors between someone’s kitchen and dining room. The lamp, well, that’s always been a lamp, but it was once cheapy brass with a terrible accordion shade.

What all these things have in common is that they were trash. And now they are here, in the cottage living room.

Cottage is renewed. This is Cottage