GIVEN NAMES

What's in a name? How do we inhabit our given names, our spaces? In this exhibition, series of photographs of anonymous buildings in New York—photographed at such an angle that they become almost heroic— coexist with the projection of a piano roll that would play "Stairway to Heaven" if it were played by the right device: instead, we see an abstract but constant light projection and the noise of a motor instead of the famous Page/Plant song.

On one side, we have a model of the Galapagos Islands, now saturated with buildings made from blocks of thousands of sugar cubes, each island with a different rule for the construction of its buildings: the letters of its own name, the letters of my loved ones, the clues found at the intersections of Sunday crossword puzzles. No place seems inhabited, or even habitable, but rather a series of facades and grids that refer us to some code we must decipher, something else we must read between the lines, a name that appears to us almost by accident.