Portrait of a home
This project began in my grandparents’ home, after my grandfather passed away. I felt an urgency to capture the house before it changed forever — the textures, the patterns, the familiar objects that had been quietly woven into the fabric of their shared life - 64 years of marriage…
Each detail held meaning: the toothbrushes side by side, the bathrobes hanging next to one another, the warmth of the kitchen where the whole family gathered, the peculiar objects that as children fascinated us, the way light entered into rooms to illuminate the bright colours of the 70s’ interiors. These things had little monetary value, yet they carried the deepest significance — tender testimonies of love, routine, and belonging.
By photographing them, I wanted to hold on to what was most fragile: the atmosphere of a home, the comfort of sleepovers for us as grand children, the intimacy of everyday life.
What remains is a portrait of presence through absence, a way of remembering not just the house itself, but the lives, relationships, and memories it sheltered. Alleviating the urge to hold on to all the objects, and acting as a capsule of time that I can open regularly, and feel like I’m back there.
