About the feeling of home that is shaped by the presence of green communal color. I call this color - the color of life. Behind the green garage a homeless man sat and peed, he was happy. Puddles, garages and graffiti all bring an indulgent smile. It's all bad, but somehow native.
The work is decorated in a frame from my grandmother's old mirror, which she was throwing away to the dump with a broken heart, and I carefully picked it up and just as carefully washed and placed my work there. Twice a house.