RED WALLS
I don’t have a home
as some people do.
I come and go.
My home is
a reconstructed memory –
red walls closing in.
Come closer.
I want to feel safe and warm and welcome,
like I belong.
I recreate red walls around me,
to feel at home again.
HOME FOR ME IS AN ABSTRACT THING – A PLACE THAT IS NOT REAL – A DISTANT MEMORY OF A FEELING.
With this series, I attempted to uncover the feeling of ‘home’ that is human nature to search for and project onto places and people we feel connected to. I engaged with different materials such as plastic, blood, and sheep’s wool, to find my sense of home again; recreating the red space which housed me for nine months – my first memories of ‘home’.
The discovery of ‘home’ was in the process of making these red spaces, which helped me uncover the universal, abstract understanding of the concept. I reconstructed what one might have seen within the red walls of our mother’s womb. I captured what we might have felt within this inner cosmos of maternity. This feeling of ‘Geborgenheit’ is what we base all future understandings of home or belonging anywhere.