Our lives are a constant caravan of immovable objects in search of permanence, tied to us with nothing but an idea.
Home can be different things to different people- a collection of ideals and aspirations, a drifters continuous struggle to not belong, a nomadic search for stability or an attempt to be as many things as one can possibly conjure.
These notions of home seem to be true for all of us. Aren't we always looking to find that space where we can claim to belong to, the space that can claim us as much as we can claim it? And don't all of us feel some primal urge to constantly search for the safety and comfort of the womb space that was the original home for each one of us?
This collection of photographs is a look at the homes of people I have come across in my travels. It documents the connections I made with fragments of their homes.
In the kaleidoscope of other people’s homes, I began to find my own again. In finding their homes I found my connection with the world. And I hope this journey will bring me closer to where I belong.
