“Home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserve; it is life’s undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing room, from which we go forth to more careful and guarded intercourse, leaving behind us much debris of cast-off and everyday clothing.”
Oakland, NJ — home from 1969-1975.
In Oakland, I ran around in the wooded lot behind the house where the neighbor boys had carved out bike trails. I walked to school and picked fallen apples from the trees in front of the house. I played for hours in the glassed-in front porch with our collection of Fisher-Price toys. This is the house where I lost my front tooth and cooked my first meal.
Valley of Lake, PA — home from 1976-1984.
In the Valley I wandered the woods, carving my own trails. Mom drove me to school but I learned more by reading books in the library and playing with my toys—tools, science gear, and art supplies. This is the house where I had my first period and baked countless desserts.
The places that we live shape us. I am connected to nature because of the trees, stones, hills and gardens of my homes. I recall many details of each house—the distinctive smells of the rooms, the smooth surface of the porcelain fixtures, the color of sunlight filtering through the windows. All of these memories come through in the things I create now.
Home is not only where the heart is, but where the subconcious goes for ideas.
Where did you grow up and how does it shape your creativity?Posted by kuri at June 24, 2005 10:42 AM