For some, home remains a lifelong search, a nomadic journey. Our past is shaped by life-changing experiences, each one altering us forever. We can no longer relate ourselves to where we were born. And yet, the one place we call home first—our birthplace—is something we never choose. Each interaction between the self and its surroundings plants a seed in what we call home. It has inspired and continues to inspire us—to sing our sorrows, to celebrate, and to commemorate.
Is home a location where a project is brewing?
Is home a subject that constantly drives you to question your identity?
How does home shape your perception of the world around you?