Home was a project I started having just moved into my London flat.
I really liked my little room, it had a big window, lots of light and curtains pastel plum; but it was still not home. When I was younger, when I was left home alone, I used to walk around my house on tip-toes, as light as air. The house was completely immersed in such thick silence, I could close my eyes and almost touch it. Every room had a secret, and I knew them all, all at once.
My new flat had a strange familiarity. It was warm and cozy, but full of unexplored corners, funny shapes, strange reflections. I was curious. I started walking around on tip toes listening the silence. These photos are my recordings.