Outside, where life happens, where we go, where we return from. Outside our homes, we search for what we’re looking for, we find what we’re looking for. Perhaps, inside our homes we seek the outside, and while we’re outside we look forward to returning home. Objects surrounding us at homes has an impact on our memory. Memory is not only the things we remember and then have a visual image of, but memory comes in many forms. Our hands for instance has a memory of its own, it remembers how things work, it recalls how to work on a long left craft, it recalls a rhythm of working, and it recalls many things we don't remember unless our hands are in contact with the object. When we decide to leave our homes to the outside world, we walk towards the door, the portal escape, we raise our hands and grab the door handle, push it down, pull the door, and walk away.
The joy of an open door runs in every vain, we are outside now. As a child, I remember the first breathe as I leave the house and walk outside. I remember the sun shine hitting my face, the sun, from the outer space. I remember the sound of birds traveling in different distances creating different depths of sound in the air and into my ears. The land stand strong, my feet are assured. I’m out, but in this world.