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Home is where the heart is. Home for the holidays. Home sweet home. Homesick. There's no place like home.

The first series that emerged during the creative process in my residency concerned a concept of home. I reacted with somewhat strong emotions to a very faded picture of an old home in my collection of family photos. I don't even know whose home it was. Having lived in 28 different places in my lifetime, my sense of “home” has never had the opportunity to be tightly connected to a single location. In fact, at one point in my family’s life we found ourselves homeless and taken in by relatives for a year. Only ten years ago did I move into what I hope will be my forever home, or as close to it as I can manage as end-of-life issues emerge. It is the first address that I have had for double-digit years. Am I "Home"?

Healing so many lost place connections in my life has always been facilitated for me through my relationship with my younger sister who shares my “nesting” tendencies and tastes. Antiquing, thrifting, DIY-ing....Martha Stewart ain't got nothing on these two girls. But my lifelong transience has shown me, time and time again, that “home” is not in fact a place at all, but rather wherever I am with those I love.

Series Home:

Lost: Homestead

Healed: Sisterhood

Resilient: Home is Wherever We're Together