KATE STONE
debbie downstairs the anne frank room is upstairs kittens inspired by kittens celia didn't say much too obvious not a single word, anna mary's house you should have come around the back here, this mango chutney the gates were open oh, he's my brother... remember the dollhouse hannah was waiting in the car no trespassing on private property the honey in the corner turned out she was down the block if these walls could talk to susan don't wake my boyfriend the hospital there were bras hanging in the window john and the rabbit it still had all its teeth no place like home
At The Seams
In this series I used photographs of domestic interiors and common architecture to construct impossible, uncanny spaces that evoke a feeling of hesitant curiosity, a nervous desire to explore the room, to peek around the bend or to see what lies behind the door at the end of the hall. Our acceptance of photography as reality makes the images hard to understand, especially for those who know the original place.
Whether photographing the homes of strangers or unfamiliar landscapes, the experience of being there was integral in the process. My interactions with homeowners, their quirks and stories, influenced the narrative of the final pieces and the title of each photograph either describes an experience that I had in exploring the space or is a quote from the homeowner. By titling each piece this way, I allude to the process and make each space personal to its inhabitant. The titles, like the rooms, are decontextualized and fragmented.
At first glance the rooms and buildings in these photographs appear real. Upon closer examination, however, something is clearly wrong. Doorways are misplaced and once rigid walls are twisted and torn. Distorted perspective creates incongruent angles and improbable shadows. These spaces are literally falling apart at the seams.
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