I knock on a door - no answer. I knock on another door and hear a shuffle but then - no answer. I am trying to build a union, a community. I just want to talk about a better future, but no one will open their door to a stranger. The doorbells glow and their recorded messages tell me no one is home, but I can hear the music. I can smell vegetables roasting in the oven. It’s hot out here, and I just want to come inside and talk.
In our mass-surveilled and globalized society, it feels as though space for privacy and intimacy is dwindling. “Watching You Watch Me” puts the viewer on the precipice of a private home, recognizing the doorway as both a boundary and a portal, and calling into question to what extent the urge to maintain privacy protects or causes harm.