'paper homes' is not a realistic representation of a house. Using handmade paper, a noble though fragile material, it means to express the feelings that tie us to our home, a place of intimate experiences rather than a physical space. Delicate and potentially precarious, like paper.
Each piece of the series focuses on the subtle structures of the relationships that grow with and within our home. Relationships that are sometimes broken or maintain an unstable balance. The loss of our home is the loss of a vital point of reference, that place where we can always go back to. In the distance that separates us from our lost home nestle the uncertainties and the anxieties of the emigrants, the refugees and the evicted.Successive layers of paper, memories and time. Blocked windows, holes that fail to sustain an order, stitches escaping from the seams. The white paper like a blinding sun -or a heart ache.
What remains is the silent mark of the home that was, held in place with string or with thin twigs. Some photographs deconstructed by oblivion and a loose thread of home-sickness deep inside, where all to often we don't want to look.
Does it seem too sad? The works aren't. They are simple and understated, aesthetically very 'calm'. A friend thinks they are quite Zen.
The whole series has been photographed but it seems that white-on-white was a challenge for the photographer. I need to edit all the files to compensate light and colour, and this will take lots of time. I probably won't be able to do it before the opening. Afterwards though I'll try to post all the works in my dA gallery. Poor thing, a 'home' that I saddly neglected.
To all my friends here in dA: I miss you.
To all who will take the time to read this entry: thank you.
Life is not being very easy but that's neither here nor there. It's good to have spent some time here with you and I hope you are all well. Have a wonderful week!