Dwell in Possibility

I dwell in Possibility –
A fairer House than Prose –
More numerous of Windows –
Superior – for Doors –
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Of Chambers as the Cedars –
Impregnable of eye –
And for an everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky –
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Of Visitors – the fairest –
For Occupation – This –
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise –
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~ Emily Dickinson
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Dickinson's poem inspired a literal desire to begin to create an infinite universe, each one offering an opening to escape into the next, searching for privacy, seclusion, eluding static capture.
The individual parts of these little theatres slide into their bases like in an intricate board game. The doorways and alien trees could be interchanged or shifted at any moment. In these makeshift worlds, roles, personas, people, things, and rules can change as quickly as they can be collapsed. My mother, Barbara Szaflarski worked as a scenographer, and her illustrations of sets that hung around the home no doubt influenced this work. They are miniature because they are meant to be infinite and exist simultaneously. The grey shadow feet shuffle between the planes.