Few sights are more startling than a bare firewall. Its power is comparable to that of a human face. An unfavorable profile belying the façade, it’s a no man’s land, a nape, a naked back. A blank page in a book. The house-shaped shape of a house — a tautology. Silhouette, cross-section drawing, plane exposed, painterly texture, finely detailed relief, sculptural object. An upward arrow pointing to the sky and the icon of our home on earth, the house.


My Homes (2013—) present these entities as individuals in their own right, liberated from the urban environment and the dense fabric of the adjoining buildings. Each is restored on clean white sheets, an attribute shared with the drawings of children and architects, evoking a range of possible attitudes toward reality like awe and wonder, play, dream, or design, assembly and demolition.


As a sphere in-between, Homes connects the opposite extremes of Skies and Grounds. The unfinished trilogy witnesses the involuntary return of an antiquated, tripartite worldview.

Home 2152892
2013
Home 6093-6109
2014/2015
Home 3683-98
2014/2015
Home 6163-84
2014/2016
Home 6411-21
2016
Home 1259-64
2013
Home 6060-70
2013/2015
Home 1097-1100
2013
Home 7680
2013
Home 4985-5011
2013/2015
Home 6218-30
2016
Home 6245-67
2016
Home 6554-63
2013/2016
Home 6920-35
2016
Home R0016126
2013/2016