Coming Home

Early evening... rain... the return home after a day’s work... or the beginning of a mysterious and torbid affair? Coming home is typically representative of the artist’s poetic style: like the initial frame from a fifties movie, the music for the opening credits drowned out by the noise of the pouring rain which gradually becomes the only remaining sound. The emblematic black and white slice of life in present tense fades into the atmosphere of another era, but remains closely linked to our current personal lives all the same. That image of an America which has always been just around the corner, where each one can write the script for the scene that is to follow.