What does home mean to you?
Welcome to our 2nd online exhibition!
This page is a collection of all submissions to exploration #2: “What does home mean to you?”. If you submitted something, thank you!
We invite you to engage with entries by leaving a comment at the bottom of the page. If an entry sparks some thought or an idea, tell us about it :). You can also contribute to the collaborative playlist below! Add a song that sounds like home.
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Mary & Ilaria
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Reflections
“And when I am lost to all things, I remember that home is my body, the tender barer of my soul. ”
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Home is Scotland with its majestic rich landscapes,
Home is Edinburgh with its grey sulky moody skies, precious
Georgian architecture and sculptures.
Ancient tales, retold in museums, galleries,
Public spaces.
Rain, dank, yet melancholic beauty.Home is Spain, it’s rich landscapes of olive trees, vineyards,sunflowers, blue azul skies, matched with scorched terracotta fincas, and majestic castillos.
Home is where the frogs sing you to sleep at night, and cockerels awaken you in the early morn,
Home is filled with light, love, friendships, family, literature, music, artworks,
Home is all the special pebbles found,nourished and cherished through the journey of life, to journeys end ….
This is where home is for me 💕
—Ros Lambert
Artist, creator,
El Padron, Estepona, Málaga Spain
ros@lambertscreative.com—
Music selected:
Glen Campbell, Witchita Lineman -
As time carries me on, I look back to find not one home but many. Home is the house in the valley with the cottonwood kings. Home is where the foxes roam and the black cap bushes droop heavy with fruit. Home is the family that teaches me, challenges me, comforts me. Home is the land that breathes life into me. Home is the 200 block of a charming city where my friends turned to family. Home is the partner who fills my days with adventure and holds me when I am empty. And when I am lost to all things, I remember that home is my body, the tender barer of my soul.
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Although many problems are present in a nowadays families, home is always where you feel protected and loved. Sometimes dysfunctional relationships make a home just a house, a place where you are thankful to sleep and eat but no love and care spread out.
Home is people you live with and it means love, caring, support, respect, helping, protection, but also discussion, incomprehensions, crisis, tears that can be overcome by real compassion.
Is this utopia? Does really exist a home of peace and love?
Do you live in a lovely one?
A great dream begins with the armony in our homes and peace in our world.
It doesn’t mean to not discuss but to do it respectfully, always putting yourself in an other people prospective and build something better.
Love you all.
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When I feel far from home, it’s not usually about location. In fact, I felt very at home when I was the furthest from it last year in Nepal.
Being far from home is a feeling of alienation, usually from myself. A recognition that in some way who I am being is not in line with the person I am familiar with. The person I identify with. Or the person I hope to be.
To me, home is a warm embrace. A welcoming in. An assurance of belonging. This is something I look for in places, in people, and within myself.
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Some words I wrote a while ago about the home that lives within…
To dance in life’s fullness:
Our perceptions of these things
Take on a different face
Blushing with different colors
I’ll be patient in this space.This is a journey that’s soul defining
I’m still carving out the form
I’m grateful to the mirror
She’s held me since I was born.Over time as perspective builds
And words find their way home
I’ve found a way to understand
And this connection is all our own.A journey complex in character
As marvelous as I do fear
For to dance in life’s fullness
Is to see the cracks in its veneer. -
Home is where you take off your shoes and breathe a sigh of relief, it's the bra undone, the jeans off.
Home is where coffee tastes like music. Where Sunday morning is fragrant.
Home is care, protection and refuge.
Home is the new plant that I can't wait to see bloom in spring.
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bricks hold heat and mould
a heart stays warm despite damp
home is a heartbeat.
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Eliza Reid
(Currently) Melbourne, Australia
eliza31101@hotmail.com -
The laughter of my fellow others; the fullness of our belly; the bread we share and the wine we spill - cheers to those who dance with their own; and praise those who delight in the dance of all; what a thing it is to feast with your kin - the music of laughing spirits; I may be a fool but this I know to be my home.
Creations:
01 — Home is where the heart is — Asher Radziner (Los Angeles, CA, USA)
asher.radziner@gmail.com
02 — Memory & Manifest — Tess Kerkhof (Washington, D.C.)
tessmkerkhof@gmail.com
Machado, Carmen Maria. In the Dream House: A Memoir. Graywolf Press, 2020 // Singh, Julietta. No Archive Will Restore You. punctum books, 2018 // Foley, Blaze.// Clay Pigeons. Lost Art Records, 15 May 2010 // Rae, Sammy. Living Room Floor. Nettwerk Music Group Inc., 28 August 2020.
03 — The Evolution of Home; What we take with us and choose to let in — Mary Bibbey (Washington, D.C.)
What of home do we take with us?
… and why those things?
How does home shape our thinking?
… and the perception we bring…
Home transforms;
a continuous push and pull,
a place to cultivate,
amidst rise and fall.
Always a back drop, but it fades with time?
The light we beam, a home redefined.
<3
mary.bibbey@gmail.com
04 — Home is… — ila (Taghazout, Morocco)
"All these words are what I associate with “home” in random moments. Some are direct and comprehensible to anyone, while others are more specific and open to interpretation, understood by only a few. The words encompass physical objects, concepts, people, feelings, places, and more. Some you might relate to, others completely unheard of. Do we share what home is? How many words do you connect to? How many have you never heard of? Home is…”
05 — PARTENOPE — Rama Diop (Bologna, Italy)
It is hated, denigrated and despised by many. “it’s full of trash, wherever you go”, “they’re all thieves”, “don’t go over there, it’s a dangerous city”, “they all want to take advantage of you”, “they don’t want to work, all they do is rest and eat”, “who would be so dumb to build houses on a volcano?”, “they’re all camorrisiti”.
These are the most common phrases that some italian people (especially from the north), say about naples and its citizens. many say that it’s not safe, that its people are loud, disrespectful, rude and dirty. for far too long naples has been targeted by countless of negative comments made by italians coming from other regions. the lyrics of a famous song has been changed to “vesuvio erutta, tutta napoli distrutta, vesuvio erutta” [vesuvio erupts, all naples destroyed, vesuvio erupts]. young people sing these chenged lyrics in clubs everytime the song gets played, having fun and laughing about it.
Well, for me it’s a whole different thing. ever since 2019 i’ve been to naples 8 times so far, after meeting lucrezia, a neapolitan girl who’s one of my best friends. ever since september 2019, i go over there at least once a year, and every single time, it gifts me with new beautiful emotions. naples makes me feel alive and free. whenever i step foot there, i get a sense of lightheartedness, joy, love, a sense of welcoming. yes, if there’s one thing that neapolitans make you feel, is welcomed in their land. and whenever the time to leave comes, i never want to, because i know that, back home, i’m not going to find the same things. neapolitans are witty, kind, funny, spontaneous and they constantly spread good vibes all around. the delicious food, the breathtaking views, the unique streets, the neomelodiche songs, the wide sea and the magnificent vesuvio. i always love seeing kids playing soccer wherever they get the chance to, elderly people sitting down and chatting, waiters trying to convince you to go eat in their restaurants, the walls full of drawings, especially the ones where maradona is portrayed. naples is for sure a chaotic city, where people don’t really follow the rules of the rode, as well as not always wearing a helmet, where they actually do speak loudly and where “order” is not a well known word, yet i think that every corner of it it’s just megical. it surely has its problems, like every other city of the world does, but whenever i go there i feel a sense of belonging and that’s why, to me, home is naples. there’s a famous quote that says “vedi napoli e poi muori” [you see naples and then you die]. yes, i do die everytime i go there, cause it’s gorgeousness kills me and i know that no place is nearly as similar and cannot give you the same things. but then i just come back to life once i go back.
HOME TO ME IS NAPLES💙
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ramadrewdiop@icloud.com
ramadrewdiop (ig)
