In my life, there are many things I have yet to experience, but I have had the experience of living and/or leaving a broken home. I was a child when that reality entered my life, and it lives with me still, all these years later. So when I saw this work by Paul Klee - I immediately connected to it. It rang as... familiar.
In Klee's piece - the home isn't broken. At least not literally. But it is revolving, it is shifting yet stays in the center of the world it lives in. Its lines are mostly sharply defined, and its walls and roof are firm. But the foundation is faded, and the windows and doors are sideways or flat on the ground. When I turn my head to look at the piece from the side - I see the home again. Even upside down - I see the home again. But this home isn't set in stone, it isn't firm. This home is ever-changing, always evolving, and as Klee defined it : always 'revolving.' Much like another 'home' we all know: the home WITHIN us.
*'Revolving House' by Paul Klee
In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
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