Everything calms down

Engulfed in her home, a woman makes plans to not leave the house. The imposition of a daily routine keeps her sane. A brief encounter with the outside world or the deviant urge to look out beyond can overwhelm both her and her refuge.

We are mostly women in my family. My aunts and my mother all live in big houses which they used to share with their husbands and children. Today they are alone. I am interested in the physical space of the home as the stage where you can trace choreography of steps, displacements, and stillness. Intimacy lurches in the small pauses that punctuate a routine when memories seem to swallow time. And this time of remembrance transforms space, animating it with a phantasmagorical “atmosphere”.