I treat the work by Home in retrospect as a subconscious attempt to grasp the state of reality in recent months - marked by the COVID-19 pandemic and socio-political tensions. A woman's body fused with a snail shell is not dismembered as it might seem at first glance - it is rather fragmented and assembled into a new whole - a new normality (?). The seashell is a quasi-house that becomes a symbol of limitation rather than a soothing, private retreat - our apartments are so different now, so discouraging. This quasi-house, treating it as a more general metaphor, can even be taken as a symbol of the current reality - so different, so overwhelming - which has become a cylinder rolling through our lives, massacring everyone and everyone without exception, egalitarian.