On Going..

Homes are meant to offer solitude and safety from a dangerous and chaotic world but within them we nurse imagined fears, form a self-imposed mental prison where such horrors take root and spread. In little skirmishes, exchanges of words, gentle admonishments within the perimeters of the house, these imaginings are reflected. In the soft but firm grips, the stern looks, the agitated gestures, the little rituals and binding routines we weave a web of restrictions.