Before living in this white frame house with my husband, George, in a particular town in Kansas, I had never stayed in one place more than eight years. Living in one place for twenty-five years has taught me to see change as an integral part of life. Like the diarist and compulsive letter writer that I am., I have wanted to go a step further and put my experience into a visual and verbal form. Feeling that I needed more than to commit this experience to memory and that my memory might fail me, I began to draw as if I was photographing for the last time. I created a visual record of the things that created a kind of visual Symphonia Domestica

Margo Kren



A mirror reflects not a face but the instruments for grooming: shaver, cord, scissors, comb and towel await a family member's monthly haircut.

Dresser Top:

A woman's dresser is like an icon-comb with hairs still caught in the teeth, a watch still ticking, perfume bottles half empty, a bracelet and an ear ring. My two arms at the top right of the drawing reach into the drawer for clothing.

Pillow and Night Stand:

The clock registers time, the heartbeat of life.The phone, a connecting device to the outside world, resides on the angular night stand. But there is a temporary respite from the real world in the soft curved pillow and warm blankets, which suggest the comfort and sensuality of close quarters.

The Luncheon:

A morning's brunch of coffee and dessert left on the coffee table and the lone sandal resting on the floor attest to the social gathering that just took place. Napkins identify the luncheon part members. One has folded her napkin back into the original position, another casually pushed the napkin away from her and another has wadded hers up like a ball. Like artifacts, they speak of another time and place.

Books, Helmet and Tripod:

A tripod, camera case, motorcycle helmet, books on Freud and a pencil are all mute evidence of a person's unique identity.


A plaster study of a head sits on the table with out going letters propped against it. Scissors, ruler, small basket of pencils, a roll of masking tape and a sheet of slides are all items that identify an artist.

Studio Corner:

Early morning light spills across the rows of stacked paintings onto the small table with glass of water, gourd, box of Kleenex and a bowl of pins, and on down to the floor to a bottle and tubes of paint. Pinned to the wall are postcards and clippings of reproduced art works.

Hallway to the Stairs:

Standing at the top of the stairs in a privileged position, I can choose to view down the hallway to my studio on the left with partially visible paintings of mine stacked against the wall or I can see at the bottom of the stairs, a shoe on the floor. Shadows float sideway along the walls.

Basement Library:

Rows and rows of books define and occupy space. A solid wall of books stands illuminated by the overhead light.

Books on the Stairs:

The TV set is on and a news person discusses the recent events. Books left on the stairs lie waiting to be taken down the basement library. Sunlight spills down the stairs and into the kitchen.


Shoes never worn in doors are left willy-nilly in the center of the room. To the left is a side room, a study, a room more lived in and comfortable than the living room at stage center.

Window View:

In the winter, house plants are clustered around the window awaiting the turn of the season when they can be outside. They have a unique view of the street scene below.

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