The House on Wheels was a multi-functional house, which could have been used as a market stall during the day and as a sleeping space during the night. The house was mobile and its shelves could open and close. I lived there for two months during the project, building and adding parts to it every day.

This work was a reaction to the situation in Georgia in 2003. The theme of searching for home continued, only here I was back home, in Georgia, where I found out that my country had become impoverished almost beyond recognition. Everyone seemed to have become a small trader, offering a little of this and a little of that for sale. I had to face the fact that if my life had not gone the way it did, I could have easily ended up this way, and my home would have been a stall in the market. In a sense, this involved destroying my rather romanticized image of home: what looked like a castle from a distance, in fact, turned out to be ruins – an illusion. This sense of general deceptiveness grew stronger as I noticed how fast things were changing in this country, and how there was absolutely no feeling of continuity to anything happening here. Everything was on wheels, everything could be folded down and packed away.

After the exhibition, I took my work to the marketplace and left it there, watching and filming it being gradually taken apart, as people removed pieces they needed for improving their own houses on wheels. My house, therefore, lived on, it merged with the market itself.