We do not grow close in spite of the mess, but through it.

This project unfolds within a newly renovated yet not fully inhabited house. Emptiness, covered surfaces, and unfinished details suspend it between completion and use, like an unrealised image of life. Three generations of one family enter this setting, leaving traces through resting, waiting, caring, and coexisting: dust, stains, fragments, and worn objects with visible histories. The “trace-free” interior thus shifts from a displayable model into a space gradually written by living. Intimacy appears less as something guaranteed by ideal conditions than as something repeatedly reoriented through interruption, disorder, and the difficult work of learning how to inhabit a life with others.