Who do we allow to pass through these spaces and why?

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I saw a series of photographs yesterday that excited my imagination. They were dewy, sepia tinged photos of a room with a view of an island. Apart from the obviously beautiful view, I was enchanted by the mood of the photos. They were intimate and cozy, yet bound by a mild confidentiality. They showed the space between two spaces. Or, perhaps, offered a small glimpse of a private space: A velvety room leading to the outside. A sun bleached staircase leading to the beach. A beachside stroll, divided by two neat rows of clothes, billowing in the clotheslined island breeze, leading nowhere in particular. These photos seemed extremely delicate, yet here they were shared to me, and all who wanted to see, with abandon. 

I was interested in the composition of the photographs. Of the use of liminal space to indicate the boundary between public and private space. How that boundary then became purposely obfuscated. Perhaps the difference between these spaces is an imagined one. Or perhaps we choose who we permit ourselves to share these spaces with.

Who do we allow to pass through these spaces and why? 

My photography is an exploration of this idea and an attempt to recreate this feeling.