The missing fourth wall of a room saves it from claustrophobia. What there is, is papered over by prints that creates the experience of a room folding in on itself, as well as multiplying. The surface of one room seems to hold the secret of another. The nearly replicant room within the room is just short of being identical to itself. Odd things are askew, or not quite what they seem to be.

The rooms are as alike, or as apart, as investment and insurance: two mechanisms designed to administer, anticipate and forestall, risk, speculation and the possibility of failure. Does the imprint of one room on another indicate caution or audacity? This is a space of ambivalence, caution only emphasizes the latency of risk.