Living Rooms is a mental space, an extension of the mind, a canvas for fantasies, weird dreams, hazy memories, unspoken anguish, and dirty secrets. This space is both a muted and ever-active witness to intimacy. Shelter, prison, hideaway, a recipient of our neuroses, here, time rests in corners, thought seeps into surfaces and memories impregnate the walls. Free kingdom for tics and OCDs, unmentionable practices, manic reminiscences, bored ingurgitations, first tries, and obsessive pursuits. An open field for freewheeling monologues, re-enacted dialogues, self-inflicted rituals, hidden tears and loud sobs, comfortable habits, and illusional intimacies.

A common stage for quiet tragedies and endless sleep, pure bliss and sleepless nights. These species of spaces are inhabited by their occupants and the absentees, the real and the spectral, the lost ones and the fantasized.

Between four walls, loneliness meets its best friends and time privately unravels - in the dépouillement of those who have everything and crave nothing, or in the excessive accumulation of those who would give everything to have something – or to forget something else. 

Here we drift between the rubble of old dreams, the organized debris of life and shapeless landscapes to be.

Words: Tiffany Dornoy Rezaei