The photographs in Here I am at home examine complex ideas of home through the eyes of a tenant and suggest that the dream of domestic comfort can be elusive and hard to achieve for those renting a place to live.

The family home, from the viewpoint of a generation of renters, is a commodity: a precarious place where you can’t relax, where you are constantly aware of how easily someone else’s magnolia painted walls are marked.  Uncanny feelings slip into the temporary domestic space like gremlins, reminding tenants that they are never actually ‘at home'.

My personal experience shows how easy it is to be on the edge of eviction.  In the last ten years I have lived in eleven different houses, three of which we’ve been unfairly evicted from.

Considering these experiences of both belonging and estrangement, the photographs explore the foreignness of the rented domestic terrain. Instead of saying at last ‘Here I am at home’, the renter ‘finds himself in someone else’s house, in the house of a stranger  who always watches him and throws him out if he does not pay his rent.’