Holes

10x15 in.

35 mm film

I insert my finger into holes in the walls of buildings with child-like playfulness.  An immature self-imposed dare, the action serves as benign fear, a mild thrill of doing something odd or inappropriate, a magic trick - the disappearing finger.  There is never an expectation to touch anything (hopefully the opposite in fact), but simply a comical exploration of breaching an unusual boundary and reaching inside an uncomfortable, unknown space.

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