On December 15, 2000, the loft building in Brooklyn where I was living was evicted by the Department of buildings, who gave us a few hours to leave and threatened us with violence if we refused to go. Weeks after we were evicted, I would close my eyes before sleeping and draw little pictures of houses. When I opened my eyes, the pictures were always surprising--none of the lines were where I thought they would be. I look at them now as little visual prayers for a home.