You sit at home, alone. You hear a noise outside your window that
makes the hair on your neck rise, or perhaps you just get the eerie feeling
that you are being watched. You then try
to sneak a peak through a window to get reassurance that it is just your
paranoia getting the best of you, but it is pointless because you cannot see
more than a few inches from the window.
Could someone be staring back?
This group of
photos forces the viewer to be the perpetrator standing in the shadows. Embodying the perpetrator puts the viewer in
the position of power and curiosity, but at the same time shame.
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