cefvigo gallery

Appropriation stairs
Last month I was spying on the caretaker,
an old busybody. What I show here are images
which do not belong either to me or her. The tenants might claim their right to privacy but they do not know they are being spied on-

-forbidden author-
. tenants: victims of the curiosity of an old
caretaker.
. nosy caretaker: victim of my treason.
.I: the gossip
.You: another busybody
She is an old selfish woman. She has always been a widow.

To share other people's lives but in silence carefully shattered and carefully piled up as one's experiences- she lives on the ground floor and (of course) she lives in every corner of the building.
On her forehead her divine mission is engraved: she is the watchwoman of the tenants. She does not look after them: she carefully and secretly caresses their lives. She peeps at their spaces and knows every means to read letters against the light.

-Letters to the busybody-
All the post is spied. She reads inside sealed envelopes that do not belong to her. Like a good adviser she completes the letters in her own writing but in different envelopes and she sends them to herself- selfletters from the caretaker- When she receives them, she reads them against the light and destroys them.
As a tenant I also get letters already spied.
As a second busybody I also write letters to myself.
I dedicate them to her and send them to me- selfletters to the caretaker:
"Dear caretaker..."-
I also take good care that the letters remain secret:
The writing is unreadable. She can read them against the light but she cannot decode the text. She is also secretely treasoned.
Spied spaces/visits to spaces momentarily abandoned- I assume her obsessions. I follow her
and repeat her movements. I step where she has already stepped. She dictates the path.