Sometimes we come into this world to
wander in it. Some who have a home are looking for places where they think it
will be better. Others, who for some reason have lost their home, remain
restless for a long time, seeing it in dreams and visions. The nest in the painting
is a metaphor for the home that we sometimes look for all our lives. Covered
with a curtain, it seems distant and sometimes inaccessible to us.
The curtain, which is also a metaphor
for fog, here personifies the thin line between illusion and reality, where
there is still hope to find one’s nest. The fog will clear and what seemed
invisible and distant can become the best place on earth where a person can
finally feel security and cosiness.
The painting has a double title because it has
two meanings. My son, when he first saw it, said without hesitation: “This is
the soul of a flying bird.” And I thought it was very symbolic. All people are
like birds. When they fly away from their nests, they leave a part of their
soul in them.
