Making reference to Gaston Bachelard's contemplation of the nest in The Poetics of Space, arranged in a circle, Looking to See, Seeing to Know opens and comes to a close at this refuge—embodiment of domesticity, of entire universes—returning to and recreating that space of great intimacy.

A culmination of labour, lived experience, and maturation, tending to something over and over again. I keep close in mind and to heart what it means to make a home—the egg as the most contained, sheltered space, extension of the mother, and the nest as intermediary into the world.