New York, 1967.

From discreet sculptural works to full-scale modular installations, my work examines various imagined frontiers from the living room to outer space. Combinations of real and fake wood demand a dismissal of high and low as categories of quality, while optical disturbances disrupt the familiar. In my sculptures and installations the ‘natural’ world exists only as a cleansed facsimile, vaguely approximating the real. This simulated ‘outside’ alludes to my fear that there is no longer an exteriority to pursue in American culture — we are trapped inside. (Diana Puntar)