My earliest memories are of interiors. The wallpaper in my childhood kitchen, the panelled walls in the bathroom. Just fragments tied to emotions. When my own children inherited my wifes doll house, I suddenly saw the same colours, the same wallpapers, the same kitchen oven. Maybe not excactly the same, but when they merged with my fragmentary recollections I almost could not seperate the two.
I have chosen to photograph these dolls houses whithout dolls, sometimes even whithout furniture, trying to evoke as much as I can of these memories.
Wether the effect is contagious is not for me to say.