When I hear about the Art Exhibit “Home” I was immediately transferred to my ancestral home and an epiphany in my childhood- happiness is a state of mind. My friend Anjali lived there, pretty much everything she owned was recycled in one way or the other and I felt sad for her, for even the water she consumed was carried home, and she bathed in a pond. Until she told me she felt sorry for me not experiencing the freedom she had swimming in the pond and brought me the lotus flowers as a treat to compensate for the "dull" clothes I wore. What do you see in the tiny mirror pieces that frame this tribute to her?