I have never had a house.
Before I've started to photograph it.
The process of appropriation
House as a combination of the objects and processes. The objects start to dialog with me and with each other. The process of appropriation has continued to gather momentum. A gaze position is disappearing. My integration is ongoing.
The process of (r) adaptation
I moved to Italy and tried to use photography to adapt to space. In the space of a new home. I thought photography could help my integration. Photography is proof of presence and proof of belonging, but it happened so that it became proof of struggle and non-belonging. Repeated testimony. With repetition comes to experience. With experience comes security. With security comes a sense of home, or not.
Integration is not possible without interacting with people.
The concrete facade of the house behind which everything is destroyed. The body of the house, the body of me — everything falls apart. Everything is fragile, unstable. Photography falls apart. I become the owner of the ruins.
The current project was inspired by the preoccupation of being a migrant and about changing the house of living and the integration.
Photography is a result of a relationship and a way to relate. By raking up and constructing a house where I live, by searching through the archives and shelves, by using photography, all forms of photography, I construct my house in an unreal fiction world and use it as evidence for reality. Unsuccessfully.