A photograph entitled “Islip, New York” is one example. It pictures a set of stairs that slant up the side of an ordinary white house. A slatted bench tilts nearby, ready to crumple with weight. One window frame has been painted an optimistic Caribbean turquoise, as if the owner began to brighten the place, but gave up. The remainder is ramshackle, abandoned perhaps. I imagine that it is the type of house that sits on a main road, largely ignored, while drivers speed their way to more luxurious destinations. The exhibition title, liminal, comes from a Latin word meaning threshold, a point of entering or beginning. Another word—marginal—comes to mind when examining these sixteen fascinating images, which includes “Martin’s Marine” (pictured below). Each has an untold story.
