SAMPLING MY CHILDHOOD HOME
After sampling my garden I remembered that some years ago I also sampled an other location, my parental home. This was the house where I grew up. My family had lived here for about 80 years. After my mother died we had to empty the house. After a few weeks all the valuable stuff was gone and the rooms were scattered with artifacts that no one cared about. The walls were bare, here and there covered with faded wallpaper. The curtains were still hanging and filtered the light. Their worn-out appearance expressed the history of me and my family that lived their lives in this house and were all gone now.
Again years later I observed my skin and and started to shoot short video's of my skin with a super macro lens. This revealed a confronting image of my own impermanence, fragility and decay. These poignant yet poetic images of slow decay reflected my history like the "skin" of my childhood home was reminiscent of the history of me and my family. I composed a visual poem of my skin and the skin of my childhood home.
Again years later I observed my skin and and started to shoot short video's of my skin with a super macro lens. This revealed a confronting image of my own impermanence, fragility and decay. These poignant yet poetic images of slow decay reflected my history like the "skin" of my childhood home was reminiscent of the history of me and my family. I composed a visual poem of my skin and the skin of my childhood home.