Border not to cross?
The man needs to define its identity by constructing barriers to feel protected. But perhaps its true nature is that of cross them to see what’s on the other side.
The act of looking, the absolute ability to be in the private space even when it’s physically in the public. The viewer, now looks a complicit voyeur, a spy over the alien. Privacy private space, devoid of all authority. Unnecessary barriers in a house without doors or windows. Everything is out, nothing left inside. Hard to call home if you’re missing the essence of the personal, the hidden, shameful.
Angers, France, 2009