Creating a memory
Not a memory really, but certainly a scene from the imagination, or a hope and dream of being surrounded by family.
It’s a fantasy, really, because I come from a small family, with just my sister and me. She has two kids, and I have two step kids who have their own thing. But the fantasy has a lot of power, so I hold onto it.
In a way these pillows are tied to associations of family, thoughts of intimacy.
