I am home, but there is nothing there to make me feel like i am home. This photo is about emptiness and the perception of absence. The absence as a feeling is heavy and change personalities. It force you to take drastic measures and to act against it. And i beat the absence by starting to take pictures. The photography itself became my home. Those rooms belongs to a house which supose to be the home of the person who build it, but he never lived there. He had to leave and moved into another town, with his work and forced by some other things. There is reality and irony of life in this photo.