(photo: Huang Qingjun)
The content of a home. What stories does it tell? About the people. About their lives. About the country and society they live in.
Some of it seems so incongruous. A mud house and a satellite dish. Only the very basics and yet a television.
Part of me really wants to climb into the picture, to meet the people, to hear the real stories. Understand the constraints (financial and therwise) on their lives. Ask them what it is that makes their house a real home for them.
So much I would love to know. Why are there no books? Is that telephone maybe the only link to family far away? What are the precious things, the things that hold special memories, the things that make them smile? How does the rapid economic development in China affect them – and bypass them?
So many stories I would love to hear!
(I recently re-discovered this article which talks about a project by Chinese artist Huang Qingjun, described in the article like this: “Huang Qingjun has spent nearly a decade travelling to remote parts of China to persuade people who have sometimes never been photographed to carry outside all their household possessions and pose for him.”)