Ever since my family moved on from the house I first called Home, I have since looked back on it as my standard for what a home should look and feel like. Having to grow up and move on to new places has created a longing in me to come to understand what Home really is, if it is not just a place you live. Home has since presented itself to me in a myriad of ways. I see it in old photographs I’ve kept from years past, I see it in the trees out my back door, and I hear about Home in the way a friend may talk about the places they long to visit again or could only ever dream up. If it is something I take with me was born out of this observation of the existence of Home in many forms. In this body of work I explore these ideas through collage—a ...