Editor’s note:

Willkommen.

This is our online playground/collective workplace where we exchange our quick ideas and notes, with which we will play and build shared experience for our future projects.

This month’s theme is Welcome HOME.

Let’s have a listen/look/read what it means to us.

HOME

- Living between bricks

Lyric by Namoo Chae Lee

Hey, stop.

What are you looking at?

Yes, I know, 

It’s super tiny without proper roof,

I am frozen to death,

Or angry to be spiky.

But this is my home,

Or supposed to be the one.

It never intended to be your tourist attraction.

I told you, stop.

What are you expecting? 

No, I’m not,

I’m not doing a misery parade, just 

to make your life look better.

It’s just my home,

Or should be the one.

I never wanted to live in a universal studio of pains.

Can you please say excuse me,

Or at least say I’m sorry,

When you barge into my room.

I have to say you are not invited to my life.

It’s my life and it should be mine,

Not yours.

Away from you,

away from the gaze, 

away from here.

Wait, stop. 

What am I saying?

Yes, my home,

Where I can be myself, where I can feel safe- 

I don’t need a place or a person or anything

but freedom.

My home is freedom

At least I am free

Away from everything

and then my home appears,

Yes, that’s my home,

I am home

Finally, home.

Welcome home

"Despite it all, I am surviving and expressing myself. At this moment, I am WELL, COME HOME."

by Suyoung Park

welcome hOme

by Minhee Yeo

Where are you from? People ask. The answer changes depending on who is asking, to whom we answer, and when it is asked, etc.

This question “where are you from” makes you think “where we are now”.

What is Home for you? What is the smell of your Home? What do you feel when you vocalise the word Home? Your upper and lower lips will definitely have to meet each other and feel the vibration from your crown down to your feet through your nose. hOme…

For me, who has been travelling around the world, lived on heavy bag packs, suitcases and many boxes longer than I ever lived with my parents, the more I hit the road, the clearer it becomes where I come from. Home is where I was conceived, planted, and spent my very first 10 months - mom’s belly.

That soft touch, watery feeling of her flesh, and the warmth of her round belly…

I open my eyes, look at my 3 year old daughter, and my heart is melting to think I am her hOme.

Irreplaceable, incomparable, the unconditional space - one place that any human being in the world must be born from. Whether it turns out to be a comfortable one or a rough one, that’s another kettle of fish. We all spent our very first formative stage inside our moms’ belly.

Now, it’s time to tidy up a little and make it cozy enough for a nice snuggle.

Come here. 

Here you are.

Welcome hOme.