My Sun Sets Out Ouest meditates on the act of visiting homes elsewhere. Being a child of divorce, my sense of home has been split between place and people. I cannot resist the compulsion to go back and forth. I wonder if it is my fate to carry a split sense of home beside my suitcase, to exist in a constant state of waiting for somewhere else. Maybe by bringing the camera with me, I can create a fixed understanding, a static place for remembering.