Welcome To My Home is a walk down in memory lane, or more accurately put in Google Street View. Having no opportunity to visit my home country, I often find myself googling familiar places and taking a virtual walk through my old neighbourhoods. Oftentimes, these virtual walks are accompanied by a flood of memories tied to the locations.

Welcome To My Home plays with the tension created by referencing both the private and the public aspects of memory. The images of the houses, taken from Google Street View, are accessible to everyone. This availability is furthered by the simple and systematic presentation of the work. At the same time however, the scale of the images and the ambiguity of the sentences make the work personal by suggesting intimacy. The work also denies and suggests the nature of memories. While the sequential and factual presentation of the prints are unlike memories, the grid-like organization allows for a non-horizontal reading of the work and thus for mistakenly associating places and memories.

Memories are not precise documentations of past events; details are often forgotten and replaced by new, forged ones. This process is so integrated into the mind, it happens unconsciously. It is quite possible to be certain of a memory that is, indeed, entirely false. Is it possible then, to have true memories?