Where it is all about the trophy. Dozens of photos, the loose bedding similar to those of the spelling books from the 1930s, warm brown, the fine groove blocks that cover the floor and the bathroom walls. It’s like waiting for the man to arrive, to throw his bag on the bed, to take the leather vest and boots…an go. Where? Only he knows. What starts here is unplanned assumed and mature. Just like the mansion. Simply aware.
Virginia Szabo, at your service,