Another assignment for class. We had to do a finished piece on how we view the home we live in.
As I've moved around from an early age, I've never attached a feeling of home to any building I've lived in. The people, animal, and treasured items I carry with me are my home to me.
So for my final piece, the actual house is just a collection of the features that stand out to me, surrounding the inner conflicts that have been in my life since the school year began. To me, the house hasn't really been a home as much as it's been the stage for a lot of chaos and emotional turmoil.
I'm finally starting to come out of it, but the house still holds a dark pallor for me and it still represents a place of fear and stress. Some days I feel I've become a very worn-out, colourless version of who I was before. It's incredibly hard just to get out of bed some days. My parents, who used to represent stability and support, have now become the focus and driving force of fear and anxiety in my life as they try to drive me and my boyfriend apart. They've resorted to treating me like a child and coercing me into doing what they want by threatening to take away my car and my funds for college. The house is a pit that we can barely pay for and are forced to live in because of our number of animals.
Through it all the people I love, my dog, and my art have gotten me through it. My dog doubles as my muse, which is the white animal here in the picture. As the actual house itself becomes less of the constricting force in my life, my parents, connected to me through my phone, are shifting into a far more threatening position to me.

I'm very happy with how this piece came out and I plan to submit it to an art show my school is participating in.