This image is like a punch in the face. It irritates my eyes and looking at it makes me angry. That is why I like it. The color, the angles, the cramped nature of the place and, of course that deer head.
This kitchen is in a house that has been split up into teensie weensie little (illegal) apartments. There were six. The home owner defaulted on his mortgage so everybody must go. I like it when I am invited inside. I like to see how similar and different we are. Though I am just the photographer, very often they think that I am with their bank or some Federal Agency, that like magic is going to save their house for them. Nobody got saved by the government.
They start to tell me things. Sometimes they tell me how they went from happy home owner to homeless. They ask me questions. And I tell them, "No, I don't do the appraisal. No, I don't work for the bank. Yes, this is a lovely home. No, I have no idea why I am here taking pictures, they never tell me." That last one is a lie. I say it so that maybe they won't feel embarrassed. If they tell me they ran out of money and time, I tell them that I was homeless once for the same reason. My heart aches. Especially when there are young children. I may not know the details, but if I've been sent to make images, it's so that the realtor can decide what to tell the bank your dead dream is worth. The bank won't even try to sell it. It's a write off. The banks would rather have the house empty, the family out (very often homeless) and the tax savings. As soon as one house gets boarded up, all of the other houses on the block are worth less. A lot less. Two or three empty and abandoned houses on a block and it's all over for what once might have been a nice neighborhood.
The front door is behind the deer head. The room adjacent is the bedroom. A little bigger than the kitchen. The bathroom and shower behind me, is a little room the size of a phone booth.
Still, it was home to someone and I've recorded a little piece of it.