A coordinate.
A point.
A home.
A coordinate. A piece of information from a map. I see an image that could belong to a painting’s photograph or a piece of cloth seen up close, but I see the word coordinate, and I can’t help but think of a map.
When I think about a map, I think about the world, I think about a place. Point A to point B, where I am, where I want to go and how do I get there.
I search for home. I search for where I am, what looks familiar, I look down to the map and look up to compare. Can I find myself?
Is it possible to reduce home to a dot in a map, merely physical and geographical? Is it possible to translate home to a coordinate?
Is it possible to think of home as a quadrant? A quadrant in which we plant memories as flowers in it, and at dusk we carry home experiences that serve as the bricks and mortar that help cement the walls of ourselves, our ever moving home.
What’s your coordinate?