Spaces I Occupy
In this series, I wanted to capture scenes from my home and somehow approach them as an outsider, catching my surroundings off guard in their messiest states. Since moving back home after college, I wanted to visually convey the detachment and lack of influence I have over my home's appearance. I used black and white film to accentuate the 'stuck in time' feeling my settings convey.
As a child of Iranian immigrants, my home is a crashing of two worlds; preservation of the old is at odds with modern existence. These spaces reflect the dichotomy that I experience internally every day.
The sitting room is filled with ornate furniture that has not once been used or sat on. The furniture has been and remains covered for over 15 years in old, unwanted sheets.
Even in my bedroom, arguably where I should feel the most 'in control', I feel the least. My room is a hodgepodge of discarded pieces from my brother's old apartment. The only true control I feel is of my bed, which also tends to be in a state of disarray. My nightstand is stocked with plenty of books I've been meaning to read for years, empty bottles, old photos, and sleep aids.
My closet and bathroom are filled with clothes I haven't worn and hair or face products I haven't used in years. Each space feels so far gone that I live with them as they are. In living in my childhood room, I feel as though I am living in a time capsule.
The floor of my bedroom is perfectly complimented by the baron dirt in our front yard. My floor is littered with tangled wires and excess bags, while our yard was stripped of all foliage in hopes of relandscaping. 10 years later, the yard has remained unchanged.
