What is it that makes a home?
What do you need to make yourself feel settled and secure?
I'm not sure what this means for me, it seems obvious to say that it is made from a feeling rather than anything else but that doesn't seem to be specific enough for the things I've been looking at. I'm taken with the idea that once you leave home, the place you grew up in, that there's no longer a home for you to return to. The little spell of comfort that you had is broken and it becomes up to you to recreate it for yourself and most people, i imagine, use things to make this real again.
It reminds me of something i read about Simone De Beauvoir a long time ago, it was a passage in Nausea by Jean-Paul Sartre. He was writing about how she moved around so much and yet still made every place she stayed seem like home. She did this by carrying with her suitcases full of her most important possessions, scarves, books, pictures and trinkets. At the time I thought this seemed like quite a romantic idea but looking back at it now it seems a little bit sad. To make everywhere you go exactly the same seems limiting to me, not only are you missing out on experiencing the new you are also never properly recreating or capturing the place you miss?
What do you need to make yourself feel settled and secure?
I'm not sure what this means for me, it seems obvious to say that it is made from a feeling rather than anything else but that doesn't seem to be specific enough for the things I've been looking at. I'm taken with the idea that once you leave home, the place you grew up in, that there's no longer a home for you to return to. The little spell of comfort that you had is broken and it becomes up to you to recreate it for yourself and most people, i imagine, use things to make this real again.
It reminds me of something i read about Simone De Beauvoir a long time ago, it was a passage in Nausea by Jean-Paul Sartre. He was writing about how she moved around so much and yet still made every place she stayed seem like home. She did this by carrying with her suitcases full of her most important possessions, scarves, books, pictures and trinkets. At the time I thought this seemed like quite a romantic idea but looking back at it now it seems a little bit sad. To make everywhere you go exactly the same seems limiting to me, not only are you missing out on experiencing the new you are also never properly recreating or capturing the place you miss?
1 comment:
great blog Lorraine. It might be good to make links in the text to some of the things you are remarking on. eg, a link to the book Nausea by Jean-Paul Sartre or try and find an article on or summary of the book- have a look at this link http://plato.stanford.edu/entries/sartre/
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