Illustration of the word home for me.
My grandmother, who died shortly before the illustration, was a home to me.
The illustration shows my memory as a child climbing into the wardrobe in her bedroom, Grandmother let me create a little secret room of my own there. She cleared her belongings for me, and helped me move and bring up mini-items and toys with which I had a home inside her home.
My grandmother, who died shortly before the illustration, was a home to me.
The illustration shows my memory as a child climbing into the wardrobe in her bedroom, Grandmother let me create a little secret room of my own there. She cleared her belongings for me, and helped me move and bring up mini-items and toys with which I had a home inside her home.
