This photographic project with intimate character and poetic language is just trying to tell a story, a personal and unic story. The story of my house and, nevertheless, the story of all the houses, personals and uniques, of each of us. Because this project talks about time and memory, it talks about the human being and his fingerprints, but without paying attention to megabuildings or millenary ruins of already extinct big civilizations. No, this story is much more intimate.
A house is stops being a house the moment it is filled with life; it turns into a home. A place that each tenant intends to alter the space and make it his own. He makes his shelter out of these four empty walls and the odd furniture. And starts decorating this empty space with little pieces of himself; things that carry his signature of life.