No need to take your shoes off at the door. There’s nowhere to hang the keys when you walk inside, so you hold them. The table has no room because it’s been reformed to take your shape as you get nearby. A different kind of storage. A table rebuilt to support your reflection and its potential for intimate imitation. It will take a form—our form—and we will follow suit. 

So what are these makings of a home? But this is not one of those functions of the image, not another domestic projection. Instead, something new is coming together with every new mark on the floor and with every measure of the clock. Lines rising and falling and splitting and multiplying in a process that, when seen through bleary eyes, resembles genesis. When the line is the objective base of drawing, and drawing the subjective base of architecture, and architecture a question of image framing, it becomes clear how we’ve arrived at the home- space as it’s been given to us. An image, in this case, assembled through feeling. Touch not sight. The home abstracted and drawn out into the future. Windows to stare into and not out of. How long have we been sitting here? 

When we leave and we’re back outside of this place, I’m bringing something with me: the next time I ask you What time is it? I don’t want you to tell me, I want you to show me.

-Nabil Harb
artist & educator