"I got lost in the moments then lost in the space, found in the components of my Caribbean home.
I watched on as the sun cast shadows on the things that brought me closer to not feeling alone."
I watched on as the sun cast shadows on the things that brought me closer to not feeling alone."
An escape reality created through homesickness using memory and feeling to create space. The wrought iron from my room in Barbados and my grandmother’s Berbice chair exist in the space to represent what keeps me grounded.
"...And as I made my way through the beach house by the sand
my disjointed memory created a picturesque bliss. "
my disjointed memory created a picturesque bliss. "
"...And every time I closed my eyes I escaped to this place."
The third and final level of the Beach House reality created through my homesickness featuring the wrought iron from my room in Barbados, my grandmother’s Berbice chair and balusters commonly found on the exterior of Caribbean homes.
