Where does the truth fit among the fabricated myths, the made belief stories, and rumors? Sometimes it is comforting to believe in myths and rumors, rather than to believe in a truth that will never be revealed. Sometimes the truth is simply irrelevant to what we choose to believe.
Public Intervention| irrelevant to the truth. 2005
In 2005, a warehouse next to my house disappeared over night, followed by a literal cover up a week later. In the middle of the site was a tunnel big enough for cars to cross through. The tunnel was cemented and sealed a week later. I heard numerous stories about what took place on that mysterious site.
After observations and interviews with people in the neighborhood, I have decided to take the many stories I heard, and fabricate them into possibilities of realities and truths, irrelevant to the truth. I created a story, printed it, and stacked the prints in the middle of the site, and I let the myths fly where the wind blew them. Once the rumor is out, it cannot be contained, it can be embellished and demolished, irrelevant to the truth itself.