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Merci Mille fois!
Here is our Global Guestbook where you can interact with the question of HOME in new ways and leave us your thoughts. Some other artist friends around the world have joined the collaboration as well. May you leave our virtual exhibition feeling inspired, engaged and consider ways to connect with your local and global community. May you find HOPE within your home as 2020 comes to a close.
What is HOME to you?
Beyond a house or an address, what is home to you? Send us your definition of home or response from our show and we may share them here!
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A visitor and friend, Lu, signing our interactive guest book last year in Paris
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Global Guest book singings
Home is a locus in space and time to belong to, whether it be by way of people (e.g. family, friends), vocation, or other ways of belonging.
— Kevin S, Cambridge MA
“I hope to make home wherever I am - a place where I can live, laugh and learn”
— Benjamin O, Florida
Home is a little space at the top of my house where I can dream of each project I have !
— Laure H. Narbonne, France
“..home is not necessarily where my heart is still or my chaos is quiet, but home is where my chaos is accepted and, even, celebrated.”
— Danielle H, Los Angeles, CA
“Home is the stillness, the lamps and the coffee in the morning. Home is the laundry piled up. The dishes in the sink. The mugs. the mugs that collect from the coffee in the morning. the Home is my mom. My mom on her patio. Praying for this family and her marriage. Home is not currated yet the piles of clutter in the attic. a place where the make up is wiped off, and the teeth are brushed. Home is dirty hair, and sleepy eyes. Home is burnt left overs, home is ice cream spoonfuls from the gallon. It's the milk you notice too late its gone bad, home is food, home is a big table, that feels so empty yet too big. Home is the place I never wanted to be, but yet have never been more called. Home is where i want to runaway from. is that home? what is home? what is home when this is the home, and you dont want to be home? (this is such a process) home is a process. home is a space. home is a person. home is big and home is unique. we are learning to be present. we are being able to be safe, and healthy and full. home.”
— Kelsey L., Fort Worth, TX
Vernissage Virtuel
Our Online ZOOM opening was a moment to remember! We had over 50 guests log into our curated space and witness the site reveal. If you weren’t able to join us, you can watch the artists present their work on the zoom recording. Guests were encouraged to share their thoughts on home as well. Thank you for your LOVE and support!
Collaboration video project Spring 2020 featuring Katie Summers (dance), Ingrid Bower (vocals) & Hope Curran (poetry) that will be featured in “Printemps de La Poesie” this spring.
Home is always changing. But I find home is truly that which invites you to come alive, to be present to this moment, to be where you are today.
Title : Home with weather, Richard Van der Aa
Oilstick on prepared paper, 45 x 45 cms
December 2020
This work is one of a series of images of dwelling places that have been emerging in my painting recently.
In the context of the ‘Home’ exhibition it seems appropriate because to me this one really is about home and not just a house. To me ‘home’ speaks of relationships and life more than ‘house’ does – a house simply being the physical structure.
This particular home is being buffeted by wind and weather (as we all have been this year) but stands strong because it is built on solid foundations. I’m thinking perhaps the bonds shared by those who are sheltering within are a part of what gives it its strength.
Re(mind)ers and (re)awakenings
Location: Los Angeles California
By Danielle Hanzalik (written at the end of the exhibit)
the part of my soul
that seeks infinity
has been so quiet
because of the daily movements
of waking, working, sleeping,
that have been loudly
covering my eyes
and filling my ears
with silence
a screen opens up
a little door
the door behind the
OPTICAL nerve
optical illusion
of busyness and anxiety
a little door that opens
behind the optical nerve
opens into the brain
into the spirit
and into the open
reminds me of
playing
playful moments
forgotten and sleeping
beneath the surface
reminds me, too,
somehow,
of home
Furnace of Solitude, by Amy Wu
Out on the glass of a Capernaum lake,
My Lord there goes as daylight breaks.
And so do I, to learn to pray
In the wilderness of a desolate place.
And when my canoe docks upon a shore
of an island whose stretches I decide to explore
I find pillars of smoke billowing forth
from the hearth of a glowing metal-work forge.
Within this furnace a fire refines,
A gold now malleable to His designs
And metanoia envelops the mind
And crooked paths are made into lines
And behold, the Lord was in the sound of a low whisper.
Rowing back to the village a nostos will fall
It comes in the voice of a Shepherd’s call
To know that the Lord by each morning’s end
Will put me through the fire again.
Look, there is a tree growing beside this spring of Marah.
And I will be like the dew to Israel,
and he will blossom like a lily.
“Reflections on Packing Home”, By Harriet Woodman
packing her bags in Provence to go back to England for the Holidays
From Harriet: “During the call, you asked me what home means to me, and I struggled to answer. As has been the case more frequently than I expected recently, I was aware of being one of the youngest in the 'room', and of having comparatively little life experience. I am learning to ignore the voice inside of me which tells me that my young age equates to a lack of importance, a lack of authority, or a lack of voice.
I may be young, but I am proud of the lives I have affected so far. Stepping into my new role as a teacher here in Aix means getting to do the thing I love most - interacting with other people. And that is what home means to me. I am a true, through-and-through extrovert, and I thrive spending time around others. This has been significantly harder this year, but I have made a concerted effort to be present in the lives of those I know, and to be a positive, if distant, figure in the lives of the students I have been teaching.
In the several different places that have come to be home to me, I have learnt one particularly significant thing: every interaction is an opportunity to grow. Home is not synonymous with comfort and ease, as many people initially assume. Home is the place where we become who we are meant to be; this process is almost always challenging. I believe I am becoming who I am meant to be through my interactions with the many people I am fortunate enough to encounter on a daily basis. That is my home.
Thank you for providing me with another opportunity to be at home this evening.”
