Within these looping patterns, the solidity of a more traditional space and form of home exists. An oasis is created where the traditional mingles with the dreamt. Each piece holds an individual moment in a wary bubble. Simultaneously frozen in action, and altar to the unknown, they are effigies of emotion and longing. As with all homes, they exist as a kind of time machine, not only a receptacle for memory, but of hopes, dreams, and imaginings.