Homes not Houses

I am thinking about my relationship to home, the space I take up, and the places I inhabit. Our memories of the places we have been impact us just as much as we impact them.

Moments manifest in my house, and in homes that are not houses. Homes that move on four wheels, or shield you from the rain while you sleep on the forest floor. Homes that do not have a roof at all, but are made from the warmth of a fire, good company, or the sounds of birds and friendly laughter. Home that you feel, but can not see. My home is made from my experiences, it lives within the simple exchanges of laughter, conversation, and connection, and in the calm morning light of our sun porch. I’m fortunate in my desire for travel and impermanence because it exists due to the stable and comfortable life we have worked hard to build. When you have one, you can pursue the other.

I'm both restless and calm in my stability. I am the nester and the nomad. But I don’t think one can exist without the other. In this way, I am my mother and my father. I want to cultivate a space for growth, warmth, and love. I am grounded, but I also float through life dreaming, obsessing over the memories and moments that are most precious to me. Chasing a feeling, the desire for adventure, impermanence, physical challenge, and freedom from possessions.

I feel home in my core, it is a sensation of tightness and almost tears, it is there when I am fully present and fully received.

Homes not Houses is a 12 x 12 foot immersive installation. In this work, viewers can walk amongst the colors and sounds of my many homes. Spinning the floating (suspended) mirrors will cast orbs of light around the space, much like memory, the orbs demand your attention - but fade quickly.