{"id":11323,"date":"2025-09-15T10:23:07","date_gmt":"2025-09-15T14:23:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/umainenewmedia.net\/nmd343\/?p=11323"},"modified":"2025-09-27T13:41:27","modified_gmt":"2025-09-27T17:41:27","slug":"project-1b-phoebe-ackor","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/umainenewmedia.net\/nmd343\/project-1b-phoebe-ackor\/","title":{"rendered":"Project 1b – Phoebe Ackor"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Indelible Contours of Home<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

“Home is memory, home is dream.”<\/p>Charles Henry Parkhurst<\/cite><\/blockquote><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

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Tracing hexagons and diamonds with my eyes closed<\/em>.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

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Historic permanence when eyes meet the ceiling.<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>

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A frame that changes with the seasons.<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

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Otto’s Corne<\/em>r.<\/p>\n<\/div>

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The rise and fall of six.<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

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The morning sun knocks on closed curtains<\/em>.<\/p>\n<\/div>

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Phantom mulberry and sapphire.<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

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Shadow meets reflection, it travels where I cannot.<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>

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A flicker of family dinners.<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

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The fallow passage. <\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>

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Meaning Behind Location<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

My childhood home has stained my memory not only with echoes of what’s happened within its walls, but with visuals that have appeared on them throughout my life. These casts of light, familiar patterns, and reflections illustrate the transformation that is me<\/em>. I carry the remembrance of all the years spent in good company with these markings, memorizing each detail without even realizing it. From the dizzying hexagonal tiles of my bathroom to the 1800s tin ceiling in my dining room, each piece of home feels like a part of me. These details trace my memories like a map, leading me to who I have since become.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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