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I loved painting at home. I began putting my rooms together in ways I would like the paintings to look. The little chair to the left was my Grandson’s. The Middle Eastern rug was a multi-colored, ethnic design, my magazine rack, the plant stand – all were there. “Come be with us,” they seemed to say. “We want to nurture you as much as you nurture us. We have chosen you like you choose us.” I had never looked at them before. I had been a foreigner in my own home. And then, of course, there was my sofa. It said, “Come, sit down and rest.”