It is human nature to want to have a place to belong to; a place of comfort and safety. Many people call this place “home.” The meaning of home is a way of organizing and understanding the emotional space within ourselves and the way the world is constructed around us. Since a young age, I have lived in 15 different buildings. I call them buildings because they never felt like home. Every dormitory, apartment complex, townhome, or multi-family house I have ever lived in was a rental and it was a just a place I went to when I was not somewhere else.
Home is way more than a feeling though, it’s a physical structure and vessel that holds us. Home becomes home and everything else is not home. The paintings that I create reflect my continuous search for “home” as an adult. Some pieces contain layers of multiple buildings to reflect my journey from moving from one place to another, while other pieces contain single buildings to reflect on a memory of living in a particular place or structure. Through the act of painting, drawing, and layering the places I have lived, I am ultimately searching for the moment a place becomes a home. So far, no home sweet home.