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«A house doesn't disappear when you leave it. It just keeps existing somewhere you can't get back to.»
Built from fragments of floor plans I half-remembered rather than measured. The architecture is deliberately slightly wrong — a door where I recall a window, a room too large for the house it belonged to.
Where the idea for this piece began.
Mixed media, worked in layers over several weeks.
Built up, partly removed, and left to sit before returning to it.
Connected to a specific, half-reconstructed recollection.
Left open — the title is a starting point, not an explanation.