John Redhead

 

my home is somewhere other than where I live...

I dwell in the joyful ecstasy of an epic stage...

I enter my real home everytime I work...

I am at home when I work...

my home is my work...

a mythical space...

THE Big Soul...?


Colonists Out - available now -



latest project - perillos, here be dragons


I ended Colonists Out, the search for the meaning of ‘home’, by emptying all that nonsense of material dwellings and allowed the Big Soul to enter. I called it my ‘lie’, as good as it gets for now. The door opened and visitors arrived. ‘Make them welcome, they may have come a long way’, my bones seemed to say...