From the moment we open our eyes, a gentle pull toward the vast unknown beckons us, a soft, silent voice that whispers: there is a place where we belong.
And so, with hearts brimming with wonder, we set forth into the vastness, hoping to find that distant somewhere meant just for us.
As we drift through starfields like oceans of glittering dust, we glimpse reflections of the world we left behind – whispers from distant rings and moons that echo with earthbound dreams.
These are the comforts of warmth and light, the things we yearn for without fully knowing why.
And yet, each world feels like a beautiful dream on the edge of waking, as if shaped from a half-remembered symphony.
And sometimes, we turn back to glimpse a small blue planet shining like a quiet promise – a place both familiar and unknown.
Perhaps, after all our wandering, home has been within us all along.
But if that’s true, isn’t it the journey itself that matters most?
The Journey Home (Max Sheika, Ukraine)
Sculpture / Patinated bronze free-standing + integrated harddrive
Dimensions: 13(h) x 20(w) x 30,5(d) cm (edition 12)
Duration: 2:52 min