Can art be a home ?

 The broken canvas has become a small house of wood and fabric. A house with only weak wooden beams and a canvas roof is laid out. Although I dream of becoming an artist, but my isolated and anxious mind and the still uncertain future speak to me.

 The window painted with paint on a small house in the shape of a tent is a creative act that reveals that I am an artist. But it is a window but not a window. An artist can certainly create a window, but in an artist's real life, it's just a fake window that can't see the outside. As the possibilities for creation are endless, in real reality this often equates to the size of anxiety and emptiness.

 Will my art one day become my home? I think of the heart that I want to create, the dream that I have kept for a long time and the unstable life of an artist. Could art finally become something like a house only after having given it up and broken the canvas? But for me, art is always something I can't let go of. This is what I want to trust with my life. It's hard to stand on my own two feet because of the fuzziness and instability there is, ironically art gives me the will to stand on my own two feet.