Kayla and I met for a wonderful 2-hour Zoom chat, where we talked about all the different themes that have arisen spontaneously during this journey of collaboration.
One thing that has come up in many forms is the idea of HOME: What is home? What does it mean to leave home? Can we return? What happens when home as we knew it changes, and becomes unrecognizable?
We’ve also been taking photos as part of our process. One day I found myself on Walmer Road, where I lived in 2nd year of university. My first real, rented home-away-from-home. And I could barely recognize it! I’m sure the rent is more than the $122.50 I paid back then…
“We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.” T.S. Eliot / Four Quartets
home is visions of cherry blossoms
dancing in city streets
as i escape snowfall in the east.
it is seeking dim sum and jook
in the plains of saskatchewan
finding solace in a washing machine.
home is a rabbit, eight dogs and a slithering snake
black denim, cold coffee and a superior lake.