My New House

or, "The Woman in the Window," its de facto name given by many of my guests post-hoc. From 5/2/24-5/16/25, I lived in CYNK Studios with three constraints: no phone, no clock, no outside. "Where's the art show?" curious onlookers would ask, popping their head in during my morning cleaning routine. I'd power down the vacuum - "this is it!" - and invite them in to share a cup of tea. What I expected to be feat of endurance unfolded into a magnified demonstration of the intense need for third spaces in late stage capitalism. I received over 200 unique visitors over the span of the show, about half of them strangers, leaving as friends with whom I am still in contact.