From a young child I always felt that I was disjointed from the notion of home or even homeland. Furthermore, my family life was also somewhat fragmented, so the sense of belonging or a safe place to call home was a foreign experience, and was only amplified when I went to boarding school. The notion of what home means to myself still perplexes me.
My homes have always been transient and short-lived environments. Living in many different places, which I would call home at the time. However, in reality they were only places of experiences and perceptions of home. This body of work takes an autobiographical viewpoint of domesticity. It presents everyday snap shots of home interiors, of my in-between domicile lived spaces.
