(2019 - Ongoing)
After moving numerous and consecutive times over the past 9 years, the idea of a home has become foreign to me. The soul of any place - exchanged with only its objective presence and my temporary move through it. What was once a need for belonging and attachment to a space, which would provide an opportunity for safety, comfort and a sense of growth, has been reduced to the illusion of establishment, fractured by consistent instability and uncertainty.
During my sporadic returns to my native country, I observe under scrutiny what could be referred to as another temporary and domestic landscape, and begin to notice how abstracted it has all become during its various stages of use and disuse. Objects from the homes of distant friends and family have found a new identity – as household outlines and vaguely meaningful decorations, while the structures of the home themselves are crumbling, but still loosely kept together.