This work attempts to realise the suggestive, lurking bodies which populate the dirty corners of our imaginations and therefore our everyday realities. The work originates in an admission of our own internal fractures and the psycho-spatial distortion incurred by a hollow, inhuman relationship to material culture. Casting an awkward shadow on the surface of the room it inhabits, it attempts to activate a strange recognition. The awkward shock of hearing your neighbour argue through a thin wall, the sound of someone (or something) tromping up communal stairways, the smell of another’s cooking; all of these quotidian moments project beyond the material boundaries of inhabited space and as such force you to remember that ‘your’ space is only an act of psycho-spatial compartmentalisation. There is a comic horror in the recognition that you and your neighbours independently occupy a single space. This is the domain of ghostly noises, smells and tensions which drift in whilst our bodies are confined by the walls of privacy. ‘I’m working on a building (tenement)’ poses a question; are our walls protection or imprisonment?