One night during the first exhibition of this work (at four in the morning), the gallery's security alarm was tripped. Local police quickly called the gallery director to the scene and obtained keys to every room in the building. They entered the building with flashlights and with their guns drawn.

Some time later, one officer emerged to ask for keys to the attic. These keys were not available, and the attic had been locked for several years. The officer expressed his concern and suggested that the subject was still in the building--because he left his shoes and an empty bottle of liquor on the floor.

The shoes and the liquor bottle were part of my installation. The alarm was tripped because the gallery door was locked but not latched. The wind had blown it open.

Explaining this to the police, and watching their reaction made the gallery director's 4:00 wake-up call worth the trouble.