The work draws from the writing of Georges Perec, particularly his fascination with apartment buildings and the hidden lives unfolding behind their façades. In his writing, a building could be imagined as cut open, room by room, each interior revealing its own routines and private worlds. The ordinary becomes deeply compelling simply because it is partially unseen.

There is something universally familiar in this curiosity. Walking past lit windows at dusk, we wonder who is inside, what conversations are taking place, what kind of life is being lived beyond the walls. We piece together strangers’ lives through fragments, a chair on the porch, laundry drying, the flicker of television light.

Home can feel like a sanctuary yet also confinement. The house inside exists in full view, reminding us how much of ourselves is shaped by the spaces we inhabit and how deeply we long to understand the private lives of others, perhaps because we are trying to understand our own.