CCarry Me Home
A collaborative art project between Patricia Coulter(painter)
& Andrea Revoy(ceramics)
What does the word "Home" mean to you?
Does it evoke feelings of joy or sadness?
Does "Home" make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside or panic and pain?
“Home” can have radically different meanings, depending on people’s experiences, culture, geography or nationality.
What type of picture does "Home" paint for you?
"Home" can be representative of a lot of different and emotional responses.
In a couple short sentences or a few words, please tell us what "Home" feels like or means to you.
Thank you so much for your input in this art project
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I was raised all over Vancouver Island, but I’ve spent the last decade and a half living in the U.S. When I first moved, there was so much hope, the Obama years felt like real progress, inclusion, and a long-overdue recognition for people who had been forgotten or ignored. Now things feel very different; I don’t need to explain how. “Home” has taken on a deeper meaning for me. I feel a hollow ache when I see another outrageous act by the corrupt powers, and I find myself counting the days until I can return. When I step back onto Canadian soil I’m compelled to kiss the ground, seriously. The Island is in my blood, The salt water and air are in my blood. When I am home I come alive.
ReplyDeleteHome to me, over the years, has changed but today it means safety and sovereignty. My house is me and all that I have grown into. My house if filled with me and my new life of fun and freedom. I love it so much
ReplyDeleteCountry, family and house are different from home. Cliche but true home is with the heart is. My home is carrying within me in my heart with my love one are where my heart make a safe place for me. That mean home to me. I will love to see your work.
ReplyDelete"Let the wind blow, Carry me, Carry me, Back to You" Rose-Marie Cameron
ReplyDeleteHome. I believe we all have more than one home. Our body is a structure … a home. We were born into a community- our first home. The wood and mortar structure that houses us is our home. The geographical place that we grew up in may be a home. The place where we formed our own new family as adults is another home. I believe none of us has one, single home. I think that the space we comfortably occupy at any given time is our home.
ReplyDeleteQuiet whisper of the trees
ReplyDeleteHi Pat, so nice seeing you yesterday. I had to put a bit of thought into "Home". For me, the meaning of home has changed through the years. Of course, the locations have changed through time, but the feelings have changed as well.
ReplyDeleteGrowing up - home was security
Single years - home was a place for a quick re-charge from work and social life
Marriage and raising a family - home was a place of massive emotions...love, fun, worry, exhaustion, responsibility. Sometimes a place I'd like to escape for a bit. But then hurry to get back to. Home was a lot of work.
Senior years - home is now my sanctuary, a place for comfort. I feel a sense of peace the moment I walk through the door.
Maybe home has not stopped changing for me. What does my future hold?
Thanks for making me think. Hugs
Homes is where I can shed the tough exterior and don the soft inside of me. I can get comfy and cozy with a glass of wine and a good book. Heaven!
ReplyDeleteMy home in the East is filled with more energy. Up and down stairs, in and out all day and always rushing about. I look forward to the Pennsylvania summer mornings when I can sit out back with a cup of coffee and be mesmerized by the flutter of the hummingbirds and the chirping of the birds. A peaceful time before the hustle and bustle of another day.
ReplyDeleteMy home in the West which I call my vacation home is tranquil and relaxing. It is my special Winter getaway place.
It is where I sit outside in the evenings, sipping a glass of wine and gaze at the beautiful Arizona sunset. A home that is surrounded by beautiful landscapes, mountains and starlit skies. My peaceful place.
Home is a place where my nervous system can be at rest.
ReplyDeleteIt isn’t just the structure that shelters me, but the land that holds a deep sense of familiarity—the fields and trees I grew up alongside. It’s the quiet continuity of animals and insects moving freely across invisible boundaries, unaware of ownership, and the people who share that space with me in love and support.
Because of that sense of safety, I’ve come to understand home as a secure base—something that allows me to explore the world, take risks, and engage in meaningful ways, knowing I can return and be restored.
Growing up alongside the rise of social media, I find myself continually searching for a balance between connection and the need to protect the quiet, intimate parts of my life. It’s an ongoing negotiation of what I allow past my boundaries.