empty houses
24 x 30 acrylic + oil on canvas.
what makes a house a home is the people in it. the love created/re-created there. the laughter inside it. the arguments that ultimately pull humans closer together as they navigate how to best communicate with each other.
I didn't have a home for a long time. I traveled state to state, looking for solace and "home" within myself and within other humans. houses always felt empty. I didn't have a safe home when I grew up, which flowed into my adult hood as it was hard for me to feel safe anywhere.
it felt like empty houses, and not homes. even though they weren't "empty". I have a home now, where love, laughter, safety, connection, and life is shared. when I stared at this painting for almost an hour when I completed it I saw the sad confused empty houses, many many empty houses, I've lived in.
24 x 30 acrylic + oil on canvas.
what makes a house a home is the people in it. the love created/re-created there. the laughter inside it. the arguments that ultimately pull humans closer together as they navigate how to best communicate with each other.
I didn't have a home for a long time. I traveled state to state, looking for solace and "home" within myself and within other humans. houses always felt empty. I didn't have a safe home when I grew up, which flowed into my adult hood as it was hard for me to feel safe anywhere.
it felt like empty houses, and not homes. even though they weren't "empty". I have a home now, where love, laughter, safety, connection, and life is shared. when I stared at this painting for almost an hour when I completed it I saw the sad confused empty houses, many many empty houses, I've lived in.
24 x 30 acrylic + oil on canvas.
what makes a house a home is the people in it. the love created/re-created there. the laughter inside it. the arguments that ultimately pull humans closer together as they navigate how to best communicate with each other.
I didn't have a home for a long time. I traveled state to state, looking for solace and "home" within myself and within other humans. houses always felt empty. I didn't have a safe home when I grew up, which flowed into my adult hood as it was hard for me to feel safe anywhere.
it felt like empty houses, and not homes. even though they weren't "empty". I have a home now, where love, laughter, safety, connection, and life is shared. when I stared at this painting for almost an hour when I completed it I saw the sad confused empty houses, many many empty houses, I've lived in.