Always interesting when you use a dictionary.
the place where one lives permanently (residence, house, nest, address, dwelling, habitation, shelter), especially as a member of a family or household, the family or social unit occupying a home, a place where something flourishes (sanctuary), is most typically found, or from which it originates (origin, source, cradle, starting place), a place where an object is kept, an institution for people needing professional care or supervision (institution, rest home) , (in sports) the goal or end point ( home plate, safe zone), relating to the place where one lives, made, done, or intended for use in the place where one lives (homemade, homegrown), relating to one's own country and its domestic affairs, denoting the administrative center of an organization, to or at the place where one lives (local, native), to the end or conclusion of a race or something difficult, (of an animal) return by instinct to its territory after leaving it, move or be aimed toward (a target or destination) with great accuracy, focus attention on (homing in). Old English hām, of Germanic origin; related to Dutch heem and German Heim
Usually my (brain) Storming process is done in stages. First I look inside myself at what has been collected. Then I go back and look it up. Compare them.
Since home has been a category for a while, I have a lot to look back on. I think this is the first time I looked it up. Or I can't remember.
The reason I stitched on this one yesterday was because it was on the wall waiting. Still trying to finish up what is here. A little woven house from Considering Weave, one of the many woven components still looking, ironically, for a home. I rearranged a bit and stitched it down after all this time. Since I wove this rather casually, letting the threads from the color changes hang free, I used them like sewing thread and stitched them into the cloth background. To anchor it. I so sense the crossover between sewing and weaving, this works well to emphasize that sense. The small red scrap is a wool piece with a small woven motif that reminds me of houses. Homes not local but still homes. Far away. (the ethnic weave here is something I would like to talk about later)
To honor the word home, however we might understand it, I played with letters. The H is and old scrap from an alphabet print. I only had a small piece with a few letters, H was one of them. I've played with stitched words many times. I have a renewed interest in that. What with the index and the Alphabet and all.
I'll call this Refuge.
And I think the woven home will become a tree. And earth beast is nearby.