Home of the Past

What does “home” mean today? For me, it's not just about walls — it’s about memory and the feeling of belonging. I currently live in an apartment once owned by someone I never knew. He is gone, but everything — the furniture, wallpaper, mirrors — remains. And somehow, this place accepted me. I don’t feel like a stranger here, as if the past itself has decided to take me in.
My project is a series of visual notes through which I explore not only the world around me but also my inner landscape. It’s a self-portrait, though not in the usual sense: instead of a mirror, there are ordinary rooms, old objects, everyday surroundings. I seem to dissolve into this space, and it brings a comforting sense of nostalgia — as if I am returning to a childhood home, to a warmth I once knew.