Inside Outside

I'm always captivated by examples of separation - windows, walls, linear elements that break the picture plane - barriers, real, formal or metaphoric. I was captivated by reading, what over the past 15 years has amounted to 20% of, Derrida's _The_Truth_in_Painting_, where he writes at length about the parergonal, the frame, the boundary between the picture and the not-picture, and how the primary question about painting happens within this edge.

This picture interests me because of my co-conspirator, thus your co-conspirator, in a seat up ahead. He's an image of us - lurking in the shadows under the yellow light, hiding behind the window. Yet the picture plane casts him as the lurker; our observation point let's us watch and conspire to watch.