Days follows the everyday observations of the structures we interact with. The houses become more than just a residence, but become individuals themselves. The shadows start to blur the line of where the walls stop and where a presence might begin.
Have you ever touched a door knob and thought it felt like shaking someone’s hand? Instead of treating it like a utilitarian tool?
One can start to feel their identity fuse with the walls around them day after day. This new presence, which we often call “home”, silently witnesses all of our joys and sorrows, and the passage of time. They are the only ones who have a deep understanding of our solitude and shared narratives.
