MetroColorCollision did a show for the Frisbee Art Fair during Miami Basel back in '05 called Grandma Take Me Home about every artist's personal conception of home.  It took place at the Cavalier Hotel, a shabby, puke-orange walled structure right on the beach strip, sorta.  We asked our artists to come up with a piece that illustrates the meaning of home for them or the implications of this idea as moe than just four walls and a roof, in the ultimate simulated home -- the hotel room.

 

 The concept of home being an ambiguous one, regardless of its structure, I like that there's no trace of me in either of my parents' homes, for example.  If you have no "home" per se, then you can't go home, which gives a sort of rugged de-rootedness.  You know, like this Huck Finn orphan individuality devoid of any grounded permanence but full of some sort of tenuous freedom, whatever the hell that means, which makes taking the bus home a whole new adventure.