A gallery is, by definition, a place of transit. Exhibitions follow each other. Visitors appear and disappear, mostly without leaving a trace. In a string of white rooms pierced by light-wells, objects are arranged. Time passes through the walls. I see the Parcel Lab as a momentary phantom extension of OBORO's space, close kin to the hidden rooms whose doors I once caught a glimpse of in the depths of my childhood closet.
Le corridor secret
© D. Canty, 2008