Finally I Am Going Someplace I Am Expected & I Am Being Given Shelter, silver gelatin, inkjet, moving image installation (2018-2020).

She had left the town far behind by now, and was going past dirty, closed lunch stands and torn signs. There had been a fair somewhere near here once, long ago, with motorcycle races; the signs still carried fragments of words. DARE, one of them read, and another, EVIL, and she laughed at herself, perceiving how she sought out omens everywhere; the word is DAREDEVIL, Eleanor, daredevil drivers, and she slowed her car because she was driving too fast and might reach Hill House too soon.

Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House