“Because [home] is rooted deep in our hearts, it is the place in which misunderstanding and mis-recognition are the most painful.”*

This is a memoir. A chronicle of my life in 8 chapters.


When I was at the Israel Museum in Jerusalem I wandered into an exhibit titled “No Place Like Home,” an Alice in Wonderland of home objects confined to the layout of an IKEA store. I started thinking about the body as a home and how we are constantly in this cycle of searching for home, finding home and running away from home within ourselves. It’s never-ending, and each phase can be positive or negative – we can become too comfortable at home, we can be running away from a destructive self… Clothing, too, is a shelter and this extension of our inner worlds. It can imprison us or set us free.

Each collage represents a state of mind, a period in my life, some spanning a few years and some as fleeting as first love. Some illustrate darker emotional periods. My Aunt’s death. Being in Paris during the November attacks. Some are silly and lively and on top of the world.

Each collage will become a part of a collection of clothing I am currently developing. Fashion is so often seen as superficial and disposable, and this body of work is deeply personal, so it’s kind of a ridiculous marriage? But there’s something cathartic about taking these stories and emotions that are rooted inside of me and allowing them to be put on and peeled off.


*Esther Sperber, The Poetics of Home: Between Psychological and Physical Structures from No Place Like Home, The Israel Museum 2017


Tashi Fay is a collage and clothing artist living and working in Los Angeles, CA.