Born in 1965 having moved almost every two years for most of my life I have accepted the notion of Home as free from a more romantic and traditional view normally associated with this elusive concept, one could almost call it a state of being.



Home has followed me wherever I go. It is a manifestation of my mind that isn't defined by fixed architecture.



The security I feel in life is not distilled from roofs above my head nor from the earth below my feet (though I'm happy and thankful to have them) but crystallized and understood from within by and via



some sort of assimilations and associations with past references more deeply connected to a sense of being rather than a way of living. Home has been elusive and constant changing, in a perpetual state of transience and transformation.