My Lost Home Collection

WHEREVER I GO

GOLDEN AUTUMN TIME

MOVING STILLNESS

SUMMERTIME

WINTERTIME

Ever since left my home country, the notion of what truly constitutes a home has lingered in my thoughts. In essence, it delves into the question of identity and how we, as human beings, forge connections with our environments. It revolves primarily around the memories we hold dear, and the myriad of elements that enveloped us during our formative years.

Certain things possess the power to bring tranquillity to my mind and hold enduring significance. For me, it might be a serene pond (Hoz) with goldfish, the vibrant blooms of a cherry tree in the summertime, the melodic songs of particular birds that echo from my homeland, the magnificent golden hues of autumn leaves, or the weight of snowfall on sunlit wintry days. And I carry all these so dearly in a big suitcase wherever I go.

In this quest for connection and preservation, I yearn to create a sense of home, bypassing geographical boundaries. The answer is within these cherished memories and treasured elements that I find solace, an everlasting reminder of my roots and a reflection of my enduring identity.