on going home (the impossibility of); bourgeois

Milan Kundera has said that when you leave your childhood, your relationship to what you have left becomes very important. You develop a certain attachment to it. To affirm your identity, you make the past—which in certain ways you hate—into a beautiful thing. But when you go back and see the actual scene of the crime—I’m joking now—the actual scene of your early years, you don’t recognize it. Either you have embellished it, or you have torn it apart, or you have murdered it, or you have made it into a pie-in-the-sky. Whatever you did, you don’t recognize it. (24-25 (Louise Bourgeois: Drawings & Observations – Louise Bourgeois w/ Lawrence Rinder))