An experimental project that explores the concept of home through art installations.

Art installations were created around a theme, each a development of the other.

My overarching concept was to explore 'what is home' to different kinds of people.

 

 

 

 

Does home always have positive connotations? 

 

What would home be for a prisoner? 

The prisoner who is miserable in the home he hasn’t chosen and which he can’t control.

But he must find some way to make it 

tolerable; try to make it like home.

 

What would it mean for someone who has been assaulted in the place they thought to be the safest?  

 

What would it be for that woman who couldn’t get herself out of it for a lifetime?

 

That wouldn’t be a home. Or would it?

 

 

 

 

Is home physical or emotional? 

Does its conception change over time? 

 

There is always a pursuit for a perfect home. What if there wasn’t any?

 

What would home then be to a nomad?

A nomad, a wanderer with no fixed home to belong to him. 

 

If he cannot stay there will his home still exist? 

Doesn’t everything exist? 

 

Maybe it does, it will exist wherever he goes.  

He is a traveller and his home travels with him. 

 

 

 

Toddler’s eyes, they are driven to routine that it makes change hard. It is home to them as long as it is familiar, where they derive comfort and not feel like strangers.

 

Comfort, predictability and security. Is that all?

 

Home for them is a more of relationship than any physical shelter. 

It changes and grows with them.

 

So do they need to own a home to call it home? 

 

Their conception of home is family and familiarity. 

Isn’t that what we all want in ours?

 

 

 

Will it be a home if it doesn’t belong to you? 

 

Would it not be a home if it has no roof?

 

Can a place, a spot be someone’s home?

 

Homeless, a man can find home in the same place he sits to beg for money. The place he finds hope. 

 

Does this make home a mere illusion? 

Are we just living in boxes? 

 

 

 

 

Men, serving the country, serving every part of it. 

What is home to them? 

Home which is constantly changing, shifting, uncertain as to where is it going to be next?

 

Like a wave in a storm their home floats, keeps floating to the many destinations it needs to serve. 

With every call of transfer they pack their bags and everything else they can and shift. 

 

The home they have known is gone and they must re-establish 

themselves in a new and a completely different surrounding.

 

Is home just the mere possessions or the four walls?

Is home just a roof over their head?

 

 

 

 

“Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition.” 

 

 -James Baldwin, Giovanni's Room