Not Forgotten

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Depth Affect’s Not Forgotten

Back in the Windy City and thinking about the definition of the word “home”. Can you have more than one home?

Is home a temporary thing,

or can your true home never change?

I want to understand what home means to me,

since by no means is the definition of home universal.

Do you feel at home simply being with someone you love?

Or do you feel more at home inside your own head?

Can it be both?

Can one have an infinite number of homes?

It’s also a question of one’s origins, source…

I don’t know if we could ever separate that from who we are today.

The patterns and assumptions set in place by one’s origins are often so silent, so subconscious that we sometimes don’t realize they’re there.

Home is always with us it seems, holding us up,

or keeping us rooted. One can have many ideas of home, but what is universal is that it is with us constantly.

Home is where people you learn from are. It’s where you grow.

Home feels natural and comfortable,

but because we grow, what’s natural and comfortable evolves.

Especially because home isn’t just a physical place.

Home is a multi-dimensional object of our imagination, an idea we created to embody the feeling of somewhere, anywhere that our mind is at ease, temporarily protected from the outside world.

I’m lucky I can be at home almost anywhere,

but it’s the one I miss most when I think of the word “home”.

In any case, I’m glad I’m back in Wilmette. All of these prints have been featured from the Chicago Printmaker’s Collaborative where my grandpa has a studio. Below is his contribution to this month’s show. Pop etched this print of Wacker Drive and Michigan Ave in downtown Chicago. You can check out his other work on his blog.

I got a kick out of the fact that the one below is called “Perception”. I don’t really know why.

Also impressed by an out-of-the-box find, Sanya Glisic:

This year in particular has been a fulfilling Christmas break!

It must have something to do with this adorable dog, who my family decided to babysit for a woman indefinitely. His name is Gordie and I didn’t quite understand why people liked dogs till now. It seemed like all anyone else’s dog did was bark, bite, or jump on me (I suppose it would be comparable to how mothers like their own children but can’t stand others).

Gordie brings our family together and likes to spoon.

He doesn’t bite and his activities include finding new places to lay down and wagging his tail when I come home. He even gets excited when I wake up, almost more excited than me! It’s like I have a personal welcoming committee!!

I love the holidays, because everyone works extra hard to make it feel like home.