Home Is Where the Heart Is

Artist: Meezaan Dickinson

Medium: Photographs of an acrylic painting on wood board and a written ‘plaque’ of artwork description

Description: Life is just so big sometimes- I want to make it spill out of tiny glass houses… The context of this painting is likely a little on the nose, given the subject-matter in the image. “Home Is Where the Heart Is” represents the idea that home is more a feeling than a place; and sometimes it’s the people we have those feelings about. But it’s not all roses and rainbows. Our hearts can also trap us inside four walls that become more like a cage. The idea of home is a complicated one. There needs to be balance between the security and stability provided by ‘home’… and freedom. Perhaps the most we can hope for is that the places we shelter allow us the space to flourish beyond our expectations; and somewhere to come back to if we fly too close to the sun.

A painted image of a human heart inside a glass case against a black background. The heart is displayed as if within a terrarium, surrounded by grass and trees, various flowers and mushrooms are growing from the heart. At the base of the terrarium a plaque reads “Home is where the heat is”. Closeups of the work and a plaque with the artwork description (also displayed in text above) also shown.

Close ups


Artist: Meezaan Dickinson

Medium: Photographs of an acrylic board painting

Description: Sometimes a ‘home’ is just a house that feels more like a prison… This piece represents the idea that for some people ‘home’ is simply a place they wish for escape from. It is a jarring thought; that the ideal of a constantly warm and loving home environment doesn’t exist for many. What is worse are the situations which deny us the ability to catch our breath or find equal footing- the attempts at care scattered throughout toxic or corrosive environments. Perhaps these conflicting emotions are the things that shred our insides. The basis of this painting is emotional; an attempt to reflect a common inner turmoil. To represent the sentiment that by being held hostage by false optimism- we may choose metaphorical decay- trapped in a hollow, empty space. Freedom is an unhinged, terrifying thought- but promises infinite potential. “Homesick” is mostly hope that even if you didn’t come from ‘white-picket fences’, you manage to find them in whatever form speaks to your soul.

A painted image of three blue birds against a black background. Below the birds is a glass case which is empty except for some stones and the skeleton of a dead bird. Surrounding the case are a few stones, saplings and blades of grass. The three birds appear to be flying diagonally upward from a glass case, each in a different stage of flight and oriented to be facing towards the glass case. Closeups of the artwork also shown.

Close ups


Artist: Meezaan Dickinson

Medium: Mixed media (watercolour, ink pen, marker and acrylic) on 300 gsm paper- photographs

Description: To carry your home with you, inside you, around you- all-encompassing and self-fulfilling… This piece centres on the idea of those who feel more at home travelling from place to place, never settling down. Those who are self-reliant, isolated or content knowing they find comfort in themselves and not a place. On the flip-side, there are those who have to carry their whole world with them because they haven’t had the opportunity to put down roots- usually due to circumstances outside their control. An endless cycle of not having a place to call your own and having to make a home within yourself because there is no other option.

A mixed media image of a hermit crab walking away from a green house with a red roof. From behind the house, giant flowers grow as tall as the roof. A blue background surrounds the house but fades before the border of the work. Atop the hermit crab’s shell, and incorporated into it, is a small house of the same style. The area around the crab remains blank. Close ups and a progress shot of the artwork also shown.

Close ups & Progress Shots

We acknowledge the Wurundjeri and Boon Wurrung people of the Kulin Nations as the Traditional Owners of the land upon which we live, work, and learn. We pay our respects to the Elders past, present, and emerging. Sovereignty was never ceded. This always was and always will be, Aboriginal land.