An Artist's Quest

Click Your Ruby Slippers & Chant “There’s No Place Like Home”

I’ve been thinking about what home means this past week.  It is a loose thread I’ve been pulling in both art and mental wanderings and this sweater of an idea is still unraveling in my mind, but I’ll do my best to share it here with you.  At its most basic definition home=residence.  But all of us old enough to have moved around a bit know that ones residence isn’t always home, home needs to be comfortable it needs to fit, to allow you to be at ease, turn off and recharge.  Another definition of home is one’s birthplace or place of origin yet another is family group.  All these definitions, while true, are inadequate.  The struggle of  home and self is often played out in the lives of young adults.  A number of my friends and family have children who have gone off to college in the past couple of years.  Some are struggling with the transition.  I think part of that comes from having home (as in your place of comfort) and self in two different places.  A dorm or apartment with a bunch of roommates is can be a exciting, fun home base but not home.  There is a disconnect, a dissonance that comes from not feeling at home in the place that you live.  It’s all a necessary part of becoming an adult, of differentiating from family and becoming ones own self, living your life on your own trajectory and not the trajectory set by your family. It is an essential, uncomfortable, exhilarating time.  I’ve been pondering this process in my own life, trying to remember when home came to reside with me and not with my parents.  It is not a deep line in the sand or specific X on the calendar, it wasn’t leaving for college or getting my first real job, or even getting married that marked the spot.  But somewhere in all that spinning of life and place my residence became my home. Home was with me.  The notion of home began to reside in me not outside of me.    This of course doesn’t mean that I don’t cherish my visits with my parents or that I always feel comfortable wherever I am or that I don’t get lonely sometimes in my drafty, little fixer-upper of a heart, but the old kitschy cliché Home is where the heart is rings true to me and if you listen real close, you’ll hear your own heart beat repeat  HomeSweetHomeSweetHomeSweetHomeSweetHome.

The Little House encaustic collages above will be on sale at my next art sales in November and December.  You, my faithful readers, can have first crack at them, approximately 5×7 inches and $20 each with $5 shipping let me know if you want one via email or comment box.  Home Sweet Home banners are available also.  Each panel is 8 inches square with 3 inches between.  You can custom order the length you want, $10 per panel.  These are not listed for sale on my website but please check out what is at


7 responses

  1. Laura Craig

    I would very much like to purchase the encaustic collage “Home is where the heart is.” I am currently homeless, and am renting a small room from a friend. All of my belongings are in storage. This piece would offer comfort at this time. Thank you!

    October 14, 2011 at 7:57 am

    • Laura, I am honored that you would choose my art to help in this difficult part of your life, blessing on you in your journey. I will connect with you via email about the art> Lisa

      October 14, 2011 at 9:43 am

  2. MaryAnne

    Growing up as an Army “brat” and then a military wife, I learned early that you create your “home” wherever you may be. My Mother was a master at this proven when we had to live in an empty house furnished with borrowed cots, the contents of our suitcases and a Japanese tea set until our household goods arrived weeks late! The concept of “home” encompasses more than environment, it also is attitude and nurture.

    October 15, 2011 at 8:15 am

  3. Pamela

    I truly think our soul is our home, and we mearly share it with the people around us. We need to maintain this place in our self to keep our home happy and healthy.

    October 18, 2011 at 7:30 am

  4. Finally taking a look at your blog, Lisa. As a mixed-race, bi-cultural person who moved multiple times in childhood and then again in adulthood, I’ve always struggled with not feeling at home. I like what you’ve said about home as a state of being — as residing within each of us. Take care… I’m going to poke around some more. : )

    October 20, 2011 at 4:25 pm

    • Thanks Mari for comment, your voice and experiences enrich the conversation. Lisa

      October 21, 2011 at 4:01 pm

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