"Arriving at each new city, the traveller finds again a past of his that he did not know he had: The foreignness of what you no longer are or nor longer poses lies in wait for you in foreign, unpossessed places… " (Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities)
Hotel rooms are generally weird places, charged with both loneliness and sexual desire. They are a home away from home but offer none of the release of the real thing and ultimately belong to no one. This twin aspect of travel, the simultaneous experience of the familiar and the foreign, is at the heart of the series "A Room for the Night".
Traveling to different hotels around the world, I secretly make and photograph temporary sculptural assemblages out of the furniture and objects found in each room. Working mostly at night, furniture is stacked, leaned and balanced in configurations that often verge on the point of collapse. After these “sculptures” are photographed the room is carefully placed back in its original condition.
Combining formal rigor with a surreal blend of humor and sexual innuendo, the photographs act to invoke internal and external space. They embody our attempt to personalize the generic while examining the loneliness and displacement which accompany a life on the road.