One Light, One Corner: Listen; there’s a hell of a good universe next door;let’s go.

The title of this piece is a line from an e.e. cummings poem that begins “Pity this busy monster manunkind.” I made a sign and placed it on the door to the back stairs, which is where I strung gold and silver paper stars down along the side of the wall in an effort to create another universe, one that would allow people to escape reality and suspend their disbelief, an effort that constantly runs through my work. I hope to recreate this universe with dozens more stars, as I was a little disappointed with how few I could make in the allotted time.