I am home. Traveling through the labyrinth within my mind; a haunted house full of whispers and shadows. I am home. Long corridors and locked doors. Crawl spaces created by the things I wish I could forget. I am home. Curtains with no windows behind them, a phone with no receiving end, doors that lead to nowhere. I am home. Father. Mother. Sister. I am home. I am home.
What is home? A place, a person, a feeling? Our consciousness is our home, and our memories are the rooms within it. My work revisits domestic spaces and symbols of the home through my own retrospection. These associations are drawn from recognizable objects, human-like forms, and simulated environments.