This space is a crack we can squeeze into and pry open to make room for artists, subalterns, thinkers. We dispute the stories of the havers, controllers, and owners.
The inaccessibility of these houses, once built, is a common refrain. Yet, we have access to the hole, as empty space, for a limited time. As soon as the concrete is poured, something happens. We are no longer welcome. Not unlike the family that lived in the house that is now a hole. – Taryn Tamasello, Curator