thrown bowl, dried foliage, polymer clay
4 x 4 x 4 in.
As a child I dreamed that I was a seabird, flying high on silent wings over the ocean by day, returning to my snug cliffside nest at nightfall. My nest was my home, my safety, my warm shelter from the world. Through the years home came to have many meanings for me. Home has meant family and friends, and the monster in the closet. It’s been a cage and a comfort, a place to escape from and a place to run to. It’s been too big, too small, too crowded, too empty. Sometimes it’s been a really good fit. These days I again see home as a place of safety and comfort and more: a place where all the different pieces and parts of me can take flight, soar and swoop and sing the most beautiful harmonies. Even though I can’t carry a tune in a bucket.
© Sandra Barrett