static / snow
Driving home from home, that is a peculiar sensation: in limbo. What does home even mean? The place we come from, the place we feel at home now… A dream we’re aspiring perhaps, a home in the future, the past or present. Dwelling place, house, abode, fixed residence, estate, village, region, country, a heart. A drive through the night, sparks fill the air and reflect in snowy tracks, uncomfortable yet homely; I take out my camera and start filming: a moment of peace in a public space, protected by anonymity, by the grace of not knowing myself for an instant.