A conversation, a sketch's friend. That was the beginning.
My Home has always represented a safe port in a stormy ocean. A place where I could back to when I need to rest, to be on my own for a while or with my loved ones. The chest of my secrets, of my past's memories and of my future's desires.
Then something changed. In the last years, i have begun looking at Home as a prison. I wanted this image to try to communicate this duality, the calm and the anguish, the beauty and the danger. It is open to different interpretations because, as my idea of Home, it should be a mirror image of ourselves.
Sometimes Home is the place where you want to be, sometimes the place where you would like to run away from.
What has happened and what is happening now in the world had totally changed the idea of Home, reinforcing the contradictions and the importance of this place. A place where you look for wireless connections, losing both human and nature's ones, like adrift islands in a crowded ocean. A place where you could go crazy by overthinking in your loneliness or where you come back to when you need to be alone. Where you could visit or experience almost everything with a "click", forgetting about all the rest.
A place where you could get lost or you could find yourself...

Software and equipment used

3Dsmax, Vray, Photoshop