In New York, during nightly walks from the subway to my house in Brooklyn, I always passed by that one spot. It had a bed, a big stick and lots of litter. Was some one living there? Was it some ones home? It was a shadow world of our world, with our well designed personal belongings and our cosey homes.

I wanted to make that street-home a more human and warm place. So I wrapped up the big stick, sewing it by hand, at night. People passing by the next day now observed the spot differently, it became a more personal and more beautiful place.