Staring constantly, something constantly stares at me

I use horror as a matrix of a world behind the world, walls of cardboard, in the flickering light of fluorescent lamps and exit signs in doorless buildings; a matrix in which fashion dreams us as people who do not exist; as bodies that cannot leave this media space and we stare at these images until they stop making sense. The silhouettes translate theoretical into physical bodies, an inversion of imagined identity on objects into surfaces, bodies into spaces.