Tokyo AmEx Lobby

C-print behind plexi with alu frame around it. Number 1/10 from the edition of 10.

The East has taken the worn-out, meaningless symbols, objects and styles of the West and invested them with new life. Everything is familiar but everything is strange.

Along the western edge of the Pacific Rim is often said that it is more appropriate to present masks, or an acceptable surface, than to expose the underlying emotions. There is a beauty in artifice that is, in some ways, truer than what lies under it.

What do structures, buildings, materials and surfaces reveal about the people who made them? If a culture is one mind, an individual composed of many human cells, are its products, its creations, art? What does concrete joined to rosewood mean? In what context? Who cares?