Hovering above the floor is a bed of analog television sets. A gap is provided by hidden acrylic spacers. Their power cords snake up to the ceiling. Tuned into static, a pulsing light glows on the floor and up the walls. On the back wall is a crudely tiled photo collage. It’s subject is the grey curtains at the top of the stairs.
“my window” looks at self imposed isolation. It’s an abstraction of a frightened psyche hiding from the world. Within the cocoon, safety was traded for alienation and isolation.