The family home still stands. It has four bedrooms, and two and a half bathrooms. There is a kitchen with a tiled floor, and the windows are leaded. The stairs curve up with dark stained wooden banisters. The kitchen sink with a window to the cow fields. Their room. Your room. My room. The family home still stands, but the family is gone. Using personal memories and the perspectives of family members, I create work that speaks to home life and the idea of the family home. I try to portray the moments of intimacy and distance, staging them on paper using traditional printmaking techniques such as etching, aquatint and chine-collé. I explore what home means when the family dismantles, and how the structures of home life still affects life beyond the family home. I took inspiration from a Phillip Larkin poem, called Home is So Sad which explores the interconnection of heart and home.


Home is so sad. It stays as it was left,
Shaped to the comfort of the last to go
As if to win them back. Instead, bereft
Of anyone to please, it withers so,
Having no heart to put aside the theft

And turn again to what it started as,
A joyous shot at how things ought to be,
Long fallen wide. You can see how it was: 
Look at the pictures and the cutlery.
The music in the piano stool. That vase.

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