Home Circle time. What a critical core memory of elementary school. First thing in the morning we’d all gather around wide-eyed ready for another classic Dr. Seuss book. The prospect of Green Eggs and Ham was a level of light-hearted comfort that could not be easily matched. So imagine my dismay when they began reading “Oh, the Places You’ll Go!”. Did I mention circle time was light-hearted? I think from that moment on I became an overthinker. Seriously, that book is not for kids. I never thought too much about my childhood. I never thought it deeply shaped me or influenced my art. Growing up we lived in a small house surrounded by trees. Okay. There were only four trees, but they were huge. One in the front and two in the back, but we can’t forget the giant cedar tree that hovered around our front porch. If you asked us it belonged to the birds, so we just couldn't get rid of it. But I still refused to believe this had influenced me. This house and its location in Amarillo, Texas couldn’t possibly be subconsciously influencing my college senior project, could it? Well, it did. For this project, I found places that remind me of Home. These places remind me of my house surrounded by trees, of warm summer days with locusts so loud I couldn’t sleep, and of adventures in our backyard. We had the biggest backyard. The places I found remind me of the imagination my brother and I would use to play in our backyard. All an adult would see is two trees and a giant line of dirt from a broken sewer line, but we saw adventure. We spent hours out there. I wanted to capture that sense of seeing the world as a happier place than it is. The feelings we got from a yard full of dirt and trees. Above all, I wanted to convey that no matter what path it is I chose, I can always go back home. Be it in Texas or Georgia, Home is a feeling, not a place. Although, nothing beats the comfort of Green Eggs and Ham.