The Revolving Room is a commentary on my life and how I frame what home means to me. Growing up, I was constantly in motion, never staying in one spot for long enough to form an emotional connection to space or place. Home for me was long considered to be almost prison-like, it was a place where both my mental and physical self could not express itself without the intervention of some kind of push back. The Revolving Room assembles are collection of items that makes the victim feel at home, for me the collection of items which I have modelled have varying significance from the artwork splayed on the walls to represent my creativity, the records next to my dresser that symbolizes my love for music, and my desk where often it resonates an oppressive working atmosphere. The Revolving Room represents my own sheltered lifestyle as the brain could be interpreted as myself constantly glued to a screen and safe within the protective walls that I have created for myself, or it could be seen as I am the one who is being slowly dissolved by the mental prison that I have constructed for myself.
