A Place I Can’t Return To, But Still Call Home
Medium: Oil on Canvas
This painting begins with longing. It holds the memory of the home I used to live in, where I’ve been yearning for many years. I left this place every morning and returned every evening. A place where we leave every day and come back to, we call it home. And we belong there. It may be a country, a city, a tiny room, or even a familiar street we pass every day. Through the repetition of daily life, we become accustomed to our surroundings. And we get comfortable and feel safe, since it is a home.
Through the use of color, shape, and texture, I expressed the emotions when I walked along this street with the emotion of longing. The recollection and feeling that I have been holding on to finally stand present vividly, visually, and physically in front of us.
