By Tina Teng-Henson
Continued from Part 1–>
L. asked us to start at her office. She described the things she’d noticed there – the turning of the chair towards the door or away from the desk in the morning, even though she’d leave it turned inward before going home at the end of the day. The way she’d sometimes be sitting there focusing on her activity plan for the building, and all of a sudden, the two doves hanging from slender strands of fishing line would start spinning around in circles. And so forth.
So we started there. The small closet had no windows, and felt overly full with a variety of props, packed to the gills with supplies, decor, memorabilia, photos, work. It felt stuffy, so a fan had been installed that was aimed over her desk to circulate the air. I asked her at some point whether there was another office space that could have been hers. Was there some lingering resentment about wanting to have another space? No, she wanted this room. That wasn’t it.
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