thickeye

security

After escaping from the clutches of the evil dragon lady and her cohort michael caine (whom taught me that the cube thing in astor place spins... WTF) I walked aimlessly down from gramercy park secure in the knowledge that the devil had lodged himself somewhere in my upper brain stem. None-the-less I had art to make- and despite the pain, art is what I made, for good or ill here is a little project that explores personal security v. physical security- creating boundaries in our lives and the physical manifestations of boundary policing in the 'real world'.