Brief:
Our next issue is themed on The Great Indoors and we're setting out to collect your stories of home.
What does home mean to you? Is it the sound of perking coffee in the morning? The soft mumble of the radio? Maybe it's a specific object, the thing that's seen you through both good days and bad.
And what about when things turn sour - when your home doesn't feel like "home" anymore, when certain people leave, or when you feel like you don't have a place to go home to?
We want to hear about your experiences of "home", whatever that word might mean to you. Write about your experiences in under 250 words and send them through to rosanna@ohcomely.co.uk by the 3rd November, with the subject headline "Stories of Home". Our favourites will be published in the issue.
My entry:
My home is like a collective, a place I can
return to after a day of art, writing and creative frustration, I can come home
and relax, have a chat with my two housemates, eat pizza and watch too many
episodes of 30 Rock. It’s a place that is forever changing, the continuation of
creative projects see this house covered with themed bunting, illustrative
posters and even a Tardis. What’s that you say! Well that’s a giant penguin
costume I’m working on. It’s my studio, it’s my workplace, it’s my relax place
and it’s also the place I can hide if things get too much.
A home to me starts off as a building a
shell so to say that then becomes a home by being transformed into a
representation of those who occupy it. It becomes anything you so wish, for me
it becomes a Cinema, a place for parties and even a quiet reading space. Like
others my home has seen many attempts to bake like on the Great British Bake
Off or the days where you built a pillow fort for the fun of it. It contains
shelves of inspiration, the tools of my artist practice, what one may consider
too many DVDs and piles of scrap paper containing years of ideas and though
process. My home is my life, without it I’d be lost.
