Aesthetics are homemade. That is, the formation of taste comes from the home. From homemakers. From our mothers. The way they feed us, the way they dress us, the way they decorate our homes. The way they care for us. Housewives are our first trendsetters. Because our childhood follow us throughout our lifetime. Like Proust's madeleines.

The domestic arts, the so-called applied arts, were really the first arts. Inirially art was, as norm given value because of its utility but now art, as luzury, is given value because of its futility. So today art's ontology is that of existing for itself. And not for others. That's why sometimes art is lonely and feels nostalgia for the housewives of it's past.

When art was based on everyday objects, art existed every day. Its relationship with the quotidian was symbiotic. Art was, subsequently, related to the home. Now art, if important, is at home only ifit's away from the home and in a museum.

Domestic habits have changed and so haave we. Art for housewives is an eulogy to the housewife and to the aesthetics she's helped us create.