Engaging in the activity of observation, I have become a voyeur into brief snippets of my neighbor’s life. Through the peephole in my door I am allowed to view a narrow scope of the outside world. The majority of that scope is focused on my neighbor across the hall and the common space that divides our personal spaces. The activities that take place in this common and transit space are quick and without context forcing curiosity into overdrive.
A one-sided sense of intimacy, that my neighbor is unaware of, has been a unique development of this project. I find myself taking note if the lights in his place are on, if I can hear the television, or even if a package has been sitting at his door too long. This intimacy is part of the nature of living in an apartment complex. You naturally hear comings and goings. You are surrounded by shared walls as you agree to live with a bunch of strangers, but promise to stay in your cubby. I have one upped the intimacy for myself and my neighbor through observation and imagination.
With these large scale images I force the viewer to become a voyeur, an activity we’ve all participated in but maybe not so blatantly.
