Original artwork description:

64x84 cm each, installation dimensions variable | Filler, oak frame

The title is a direct translation of the German Unheimlich, introduced by Sigmund Freud. The correct English word is, of course, Uncanny and it describes the strangeness in the ordinary. Jacques Lacan formulated it in turn as the ambiguous feeling of not being able to distinguish good from bad, pleasure from displeasure. A state of anxiety that gestures to the Real, the primordial field beyond the symbolised universe where our conscious selves reside.
I write it Unhome, to point at the constant alienated self, separated from others, its physical surroundings and even from its subconscious counterpart, by its very ability to have a subjective point of view, to distinguish, evaluate and make intentional choices. By entering the realm of language, we leave home, in the sense of a natural, immediate connection to reality, never to return if we want to stay sane and remain self-contained subjects. This uneasiness that lingers in the background might not be discernable, but it affects us nevertheless. In fact, it is a defining feature of every desire that propels our everyday lives, big and small.
This notion, that no one is never really home, might help us relate to others in the large group of people that actually have left their homes, trying to settle in an unfamiliar and sometimes hostile environment, striving to make sense and establish a feeling of security and belonging in an ever-shifting and precarious situation.

Materials used:

Filler (coarse and fine) in oak frame

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