The bathroom was a beautiful idea in 1992. We were building it from the bones. Like most NYC bathrooms, it is very small. The size of a suburban closet. I wanted it to feel luxurious after living with crumbling tenement bathrooms for so long. Some of the homesteaders in our building were artists from the Squat Theater. Peter Halasz, a brilliant artist and principal in the Squat Theater collective installed tile on the side. He had connections to stone quarries and got us really cheap prices for stone tile. Thanks to Peter, the homesteaders all had expensive stones; marble, granite and slate in our bathrooms. I picked out a dark green slate, very spa-like. I did the walls myself in a mint green venetian plaster when I was 8 months pregnant with my second child. After 16 years, the bathroom was literally falling apart. A series of leaks from upstairs finished it off. I’ve started the renovation work here. This is the bathroom this summer.