In his works houses represent the shell, the exterior part. Our better face, the well ironed dress, the one we show to others. These houses are well-finished, perfect and visually fulfilling. Their gardens are always green, their floors always polished and their surfaces flawless. It never rains out there. It is In these so perfect scenarios that our true nature - hidden and repressed - lives.
Evidently its look is in conflict with those houses.
A continuous glitch in our system is underway. While we’re mowing the lawn, cleaning the floor and we’re worried about making these houses so perfect, our real soul looses control, takes control, it destroys, it ravages, it sets everything on fire. Sometimes, however, it indifferently looks what is going on, other times it just does nothing. It’s our interior conflict. We all have a rioter inside those walls.