For most of my life, I shared most all that I had and what I was given. Because of this, I grew accustomed to not having, not solely owning, and always sharing. Once I departed my childhood home, I struggled with the transition from sharing to sole proprietor. Though I enjoy freedom and novelty of independence, I still have unsettled feelings that what I have isn’t mine—that everything is temporary. This work is an exploration of my understanding of what is mine, and what is momentary.
Discontentment documents the internal struggle to understand and define what home is, and what it means to have a home. I explore my unsettled insecurities of claiming any house as my home, though there seems to be no solid metric of permanence and security.