My home is in a state of transition. I believe that one’s home is where one feels at most comfort, for me that would be house. My family is in the process of packing up one home and unloading another, and therefore, I’ve aimed to portray the juxtaposition between these two houses. Although, they contrast in physical form, the importance is that both houses bring shelter, warmth and happiness to my family and I as that is what I considered to be my true home, a place where I can relax and share amongst my loved ones.
My photographs and videos depict the obvious contrast between the two houses, which are coincidently directly next to each other, separated by a large fence. These mediums explore the texture in the vintage bricks compared to the rendered walls of our modern home, the clutter, darkness and dirt in contrast to the large spacing, light and emptiness. The images from the new house don’t evoke as much emotion and narrative as the images from the old place.
Furthermore, as our rental house is so small, I went from spending most my life in my own room to sharing it with one of my siblings. It’s hard to find your “own” space in such a crowded environment and that’s why I wanted to employ clutter and mess in the photographs and videos of the rental home. In contrast, the renovated home was neat, pure and open. It’s almost as if the new house expressed freedom as my personal environment had been put on pause whilst living in this temporary household.
It is scary saying goodbye to one house but it’s even scarier going back to my original home that has been completely transformed. It’s difficult to regain that sense of nostalgia from a place that has been upgraded, the markings and imperfections that were created by us have been knocked down and painted over. Although we have lived in our rental house for a year, due to the six of us being forced to share such a smaller environment, it developed a new level of closeness between us. That is why I’ve focused my audio recordings on my family and the sounds that remind me of home as no matter which infrastructure we live in, it still sounds the same.
It wasn’t hard leaving my own home as I moved next door, I still felt as though I was apart of the same environment. I would hear the aeroplanes fly over our house, the cars on the main road zoom pass, the wind in the winter swing fast by our windows. The laughter, arguments and footsteps of my family surrounded me, as the walls are just as thin in this home as it was in my last. As I mentioned before, it’s hard to discuss and describe my home environment when I’m shifting between a household that marked 18 years of memories in which was refurnished and a house that contained only a year of my life, and that is why contrasting the two would depict the changes in light and darkness but the similarity in social dynamics.