I welcome you into our 99 year old blue and borrowed home.
An inquiry on home.
If our home felt like a song, it would be this one. Listen with the reading, or soon after.
Dear reader,
When beginnings can be found at every pasture along the road, how does one begin an inquiry such as this?…
I’m not one to appoint myself with qualifications when it comes to subjects or things, but in this case I feel a gentle sense of charter-ship (in an upside down way) when it comes to concepts on the subject of “Home”.
My experience of home beholds a broad menu of travel and movement, I have been grounded (in a geographical sense) and transient (in a explorative sense) and I have found home in both.
I have become deeply enthralled in this inquiry on ‘ home’, giving much of my time (off-line) not just the catching of words but the visual and photographical execution of it too (with the help of a dear friend who’s eye is one of my favourite lens) —in simple terms, I’m making art of it!…
and whilst I play, make photographical art, ask questions and write, I am witnessing something he(arty) forming together, for you dear reader.
A few weeks ago I prefaced this inquiry on ‘home’ with an invitation … (please read for further context in regards to this piece and the pieces to come).
Before I share with you, the art of the matter and the full body of this inquiry (that will continue to unfold in the coming days and weeks), I felt to start here, at a bite size beginning, because there are so many beginnings I could begin at…
And so in the name of the methodical,
I welcome you into my now,
a 99 year old blue and borrowed home that currently houses and holds our hearts…
Welcome to a visual story about our home…