Mad Habitat

Mad Habitat is about the absurdity of the situation many women continue to find themselves in. It starts with the assumption that something is wrong. With the culture, the country, the neighbors, or maybe just with us. An explanation cannot be gleaned through the consultation of pharmaceuticals, manuals, maps or technology. Imagine a woman alone in a home, unmoored from domestic expectation. Against this backdrop she explores her environment anew, engaging in ventures both playful and precarious. The ironing board becomes a set of wings, the lint brush a bow, the vacuum a communicator–scrambling the function of everyday objects. Although her plight is permeated by a growing sense of futility, she continues probing the parameters of her predicament––the unattended desires and crossed wires, the isolation at the heart of the illusion of belonging.