The Village, which consists of ten buildings with multiple clones of the same apartment was my home in Sydney for a little while. Aiming to explore the dream-like, often surreal quality of color and how it suggests notions of calmness and isolation, awareness and stillness, these images are an unfinished inventory of fragmented lullabies and sleepless nights. Color is my key to the secret garden, my way down the rabbit hole, my looking glass. It is my way of exploring a constant state of coming and going but never being able to stay. Welcome to a place where color is king, happiness is never around and confusion is a state of being. It could be worse.