I have been battling agoraphobia all of
my life. The inside of my home becomes my shelter from the cruel
world outside. Going outside the walls becomes a huge undertaking
for me. What I see when I look outside the windows is overcast
skies. I need an enticement to venture beyond my inside walls.
This site is symbolic of me. The abandoned farmhouse is my
physical form. I stand alone, trying to stay up, despite outside
forces. The flags and the sounds they make are people urging
me out of my depression, begging me to come out. The flags are
also the voices of my husband and my furry family encouraging
and reassuring me. All of these ěpeopleî entice me to come out
and live my life.