Phoning home came about from a call from Min (mum) after her first trip back home in some time. Crabs are hand-built in unglazed porcelain, and lain on a wooden bedframe. The work places Min’s tales of ‘home’ next to our actual ‘home’ (all of us in the home-bed listening), blurring the distinction between the two. It pairs familiarity with the foreignness and unbelonging that seep into the places I am most comfortable. The title works bi-directionally and recalls a distance both physical and generational. We are both phoning home and we are from each other’s homes, and they don’t quite fit together.