We were taken on a field trip to visit an old home. It was not a home that I recognized, yet I felt a strange sense of familiarity with the place. The condo unit was half embedded into the ground level. We walked through the unlocked door and looked around at the walls that were now covered with vines and overgrowth. I turned around and stopped in awe at the skylight that illuminated an entire wall with a blinding intensity in the otherwise cooly lit room. Three stacks of oil paintings were hanging from the gallery rails. We were told that all of the paintings around the house had been gathered here, left to slowly degrade under the unrelenting sun.