MOMENTS IN OTHER PEOPLES HOUSES
We all die or move out of our homes at some point. That movement leaves a lot of personal stuff behind. Some material things we own deteriorate, erode and turn to dust. I’m interested in how light travels across furniture, rooms, and windows. Time frames the absence of objects, markings of moved furniture, paintings, and footpaths on worn rugs. Patterns as consistent as time- the routine of life, it’s all there in a house. Clues, energy - the quirky way things connect us, the wealthy and working-class have holes in their pajamas, outdated spices and books never read. Every house is a story and a constant reminder that all is temporary.