top of page

What does home mean to you?

a simple yet intriguing question was asked to us, that led to series of self-reflective sketches of what really home means. Is it where we live? Where our people live? Is it just that?

Amongst the deep blurry layers of grey, I seek an escape from this uncanny city.

Maybe none of this means home to me.

Yet, the warmth of this place amongst the rising temperatures, it still is a home to me.

bottom of page