~in search of a ‘happy place’~
There is no physical space I can call “home”, just an emotional bonding that chains me to somebody or something. A fragile image of an unfinished house is like a shell with a tendency to turn into a fossil over the time, highlighting the story that has certain beginning and an upredictable end.
Exuvia, from the Latin word “exuviae”, is a biological term regarding that which is stripped of a body, cast-off skin or covering of various organisms. Although the process of shedding refers to the animal world, I relate these brittle formations and relics to ghost houses devoided of their keeper and comfort maker – a woman. Leaving her exuvia She goes out in search of a better feeling, while the notion of cosiness and comfort in her housing becomes meaningless during her absence.