Home. A permanent setting, an instinctual magnet prohibiting a path strayed too far, or an institution in which we are nurtured and protected before we bare the exterior world. For me, it is all of these things and none. Over time home becomes much more than just a physical capsule, and also increasingly complex. I face a constant battle between being at ease with the physical sense of home, and being at home with my mind, fluctuating emotions and mental states.
The family home is a constant flow of contrasting experiences. The bombardment of change preceding the loss of my elder brother, Tuan and my parents moving to France has ultimately shifted my perception of home. There remains a persistent absence and feeling of regret, that we couldn't share our new environment with him whilst he had contributed a vast effort into it’s development. The need to rebuild our lives both physically and mentally led us to deal with the influx of emotions differently, each aiming to regain a sense of stability and peace of mind.
These images represent part of my need to externalize or visualize the questions I’ve been asking myself, in response to what I have been experiencing over the last few years. I am continually searching to deepen my understanding of what home means to me.
A recess in time where the past dominates the future, a reality inescapable through the changing of setting. We must reform a sense of structure from the fractured one we have endured here...
