YOUR TASK SHOULD YOU CHOOSE TO ACCEPT IT:
- Write a story about what home is to you and post it here. Keep is short --under 150 words
- Or write a description of what your home actually looks like (which I might turn into an image)
- Or send me an image -- a sketch, photo, whatever you'd like
- Participate and you will be eligible to win a piece inspired by this project, to be given away in late March
If you have problems posting to the this blog or would like to send images, please send by email to: bynder@gmail.com
The finished piece is going to be a collection/assembly/collage of words, letters, images etc, on layers of transparent material to allow the stories to mingle and build on each other, like multiple voices heard at once to reflect multiple perspectives.
I will be submitting this piece for Diane Farris Gallery's show "Twitter/Art + Social Media" (http://www.dianefarrisgallery.
If accepted, it will be displayed in April of 2010 so I hope you'll take part and help me build a piece that Feels like Home!
THE FINE PRINT: Please note that I will not be using anyone's images directly (eg. photos, sketches), although I may use them as starting points and 'sparks' for my own images in the final piece(s). I may use your text directly though, so please be aware that by participating you are waiving your copyright to anything you submit.
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The Narrative Project is collaborative art. It is a collection of stories, experiences and perspectives that sometimes follow linear paths and sometimes intertwine, with one defined starting point and many endings. Your thoughts and images will help shape the final piece(s) and I do hope you'll join in!
To see more of Robyn's work: www.RobynDrage.com
I'm Canadian, but I wasn't born in this country. My father was in the Canadian Armed Forces, and when I was arrived, my family happened to be living in Bermuda.
ReplyDeleteWe moved four more times by my ninth birthday, ending up in Victoria, BC. The city I've lived the longest in (17 years) is Vancouver, the first place I moved to by choice. After being in Toronto the last four years, Vancouver still feels like home.
Ever since I was twelve years old, or so, I've been aware of my longing for a more permanent home, a house that was mine. This house can't possibly be real, since it would have to have decades of place-memories built in, like a patina of dust and wear.
When I hear people talk about their childhood home (singular), I feel incredibly envious. I have increasingly fuzzy memories of our house in Kingston, Ontario, my step-grandmother's house somewhere in Ontario, and my aunt and uncle's joined together townhouses in CFB Petawawa (they had eight kids).