Commissioned to replicate the view of a past memory.
A place that was home, where the lilacs grew, their scent filled the morning air. The sound of humans, with their busy hums and distant thoughts. An emblem of justice, a place where chaos meets order, where the courts keep their kingdoms secure. A remembrance of faith guards those ruling dark from light.
The story of home is a temporary title. As it should be, to see, experience, feel, grow, fall. For home is the story, the people rooted within history. To talk to the ones who have never had the chance or need to leave.
