Knit on a single-bed knitting machine.
In my mind, home is not on solid ground. Home is not a specific weather that I return to, nor a structure that I walk into. Moving around ever since I was young has made my conception of home a rather abstract one. With no identified door to return to, I created this door which pieces together ephemera and memories that I associate with the meaning of home.
What is home?
Where is home?
Who is home?
Is it a place?
A feeling?
A person?
2019
Single Bed Knitting Machine