Homecomings

Returning back home always makes me experience many feelings. Nostalgia at first. I fear the uncertainty. I fear the old and I fear the new. But mainly the new. I wish things stayed as they were when I left the last time. And many did. The dripping blood from the rabbit skins still scares the child within me. The facades of the houses are still unrepaired. The clock on the townhouse still shows the wrong time - as if the time just stopped forever. But it didn’t. The sheets are cold and unwelcoming. There are no familiar faces on the playground. The young became old and the old became older. These series portray the constant, inevitable transformation happening in our homes we left years ago.