a nomadic forest

I am reminded during a time of impermanence, of the importance of stability. I question whether the stability I seek is found through fixed structures and buildings. Through walls and nails. 

With each home I come across, I find myself with a constant need to find, to collect, and to nest. I cherish objects, things, and places, as a physicality of lived moments, and I see a home in the world that surrounds me.

Growing up somewhat nomadic, and living in a time of change, I question what makes a home. If home moves, how can I carry it with me?

Over the years, I have found comfort in the forests I’ve lived near. I’ve noticed that although a forest is a permanent home to it’s beings, it is also constantly changing. Trees root, trees fall, trees melt to mushrooms and transform into new life.

In abandoned houses and old foundations fading into vines we see homes becoming forests. And so the forest reminds us that stability can exist in a state of constant flux.