Funeral-cake house Print

My grandmother's house was built on a hill. Some generations lived in that house. At some point one of my ancestors wanted to add a room to the house. The new room was built with its floor placed in the middle of the wall of the old building, so the door which connected the rooms was also in the middle of the wall. Furthermore, both floors had an exit to the road as it was an incline. There was also storage rooms at different palces. The building was architecturally speaking a mess and its perception chaotic. I have connected that house with funeral rituals (such as a funeral cake), religious restrictions and taboos, together with a number of experiences with scorpions, one of them being found on my genital area. That was, according to my all too religious grandmother, a sign of the evil, since that night I slept on the same bed with my boyfriend, without being married to him. part of the collection "The Poetics of Space" {I have always been interested in spaces in dreams (rooms, labyrinths, passages etc) and my research lead me to Gaston Bachellard's "The poetics of Space". I found in that book many images, symbols and thoughts I had been using in my work and in my fantasies since I was a child. Shells, nests, connected rooms, caves and shelters are some of the spaces that inspire me.}