In the age of the photograph, layers and intrusions of light …
,,, are the same as layers and intrusions of ownership.
What is out is in.
What is in is out.
There are no doors.
Only windows. When you are the street, when your home is the street, those are the rules.
Manipulating the lost, locked, obsolete world of private ownership to enhance the story that is the street, that’s the greatest gift. Where else would art be when the galleries are obsolete?