Guardians of the Threshold
A collection of liminal spaces from neighborhoods in flux. Communities and cultures come and go, but always leave behind a reminder of their presence for new inhabitants to absorb and express in their own way. Sometimes an old psychic pattern is subliminally repeated, such as a graffiti “head” taking the place of the clay statues often found by the door in Afro-Caribbean households. Other times a juxtaposition of street art creates a new conversation, where a dessicated corpse-like figure with lolling tongue hangs next to a benzene ring and the chemical formula for formaldehyde. Some gateways tell old stories; some merely confuse the intruding eye. Others invite secret communion for those able to decipher the layers of code.