In the 1960’s, an American man created a viewing platform in his motel in order to observe his guests in their rooms, invading their privacy and what is deemed of private nature.
Using this as a starting point, the motel room enabled me to create a vacant space and a crossing point that belongs to no one. I thus had the freedom to imagine and recreate characters and scenes of everyday life in a place that I fully reconstructed myself. Mundane actions of people coming and going with nothing ever happening, yet still offering a glimpse into other people’s lives, sparking curiosity about what can occur behind closed doors.
Endless hours gone by in the hope of seeing something captivating and of interest, but often left with only the sight of ordinary and tedious daily routines. The spectator is left longing more from the actions he witnesses, but is instead left with unfinished stories.
While observing my images, the viewer evolves into a voyeur, becoming part of the scenes and experiencing first hand what he sees through someone else’s eyes.