Over the last 20 years people have constantly asked me why I don’t own a house, and why it doesn’t interest me.
Don’t get me wrong, I would like to have a nice house, in a nice area, surrounded by a loving family, and friends, where love and laughter was everywhere…
But on a deeper level, I see houses as containers for the human experience.
why?
Well you might say it has something to do with a troubled childhood, or the fact my parents were very unhappy together and my father ran off with someone else, and for 10 years promised my mum that he was coming back, leading to years of personal sadness on her part and never finding anyone else to love.
but… although that may be true for me …it doesn’t mean that i don’t have an objective view on what ‘home is’ and a need to explore what goes on behind closed doors…physical, emotional and psychological…
The idea of a home is sound. It is somewhere to safely lay your head, share love with a partner, bring up children, and entertain friends, and fill it with objects you like.
But even though the idea of a home is sound, the reality is far from it.
And it all starts when you close the door.
Click. Lock. Contain. Begin
Arguing, Physical violence. Belittling. Criticizing. Sexual Violence. Lying. Cheating….
And tomorrow there is love, sex, fun…
And the next day, there is an illicit affair, disappointment, fear, unhappiness, anger…
And the next, a bad school report coupled with stress at work and an argumentative spouse leads you to strike your loved one…
And the next, the doors slamming of the kids bedrooms, screams of leave me alone… and in another room someone masturbates to pornography on the internet…
And the next, a family outing, all smiles, a happy day in disneyland, ice creams all round…
in the next … anal sex , a blow job, a prostitute a line of cocaine, a lie about where you’ve been …
and the next … breakfast with the children …playing with toys .. followed by a cigarette burn on your sons arm for talking back to you…
and the next, sneaking into your 13 year old daughters bedroom at night , and abusing her…
and the next controlling and manipulating your partner with thinly veiled threats …
and the next..a family barbecue, smiling and laughing with friends…
happiness, lies,love, fear, violence, all contained within four walls…
it would be a lot more difficult to do in public wouldn’t it ?
so ladies and gentlemen, why do I bring this to you in such a crude and forthright manner?
because ….
for too long you have carried on doing what you liked, without fear of retribution, or justice, and you need to be stopped or look deep inside your minds and evolve beyond the four walls…
you have been warned.
