It's easy to dismiss this exhibit as one big gimmick. A house made of photos and their frames, in the middle of a gallery, covered on the outside with dark eyes and darkish images of beautiful naked women? But walk inside this so-called “Photohouse” and you realize that appearances are deceiving.
Here is the antithesis of that apparent gimmick: row upon row of faces and hands in jars that emphasize the interior's white background. Theatrical nakedness gives way to intense close-ups of strangers old or odd. Darkness recedes into bright light. It's stirring enough to inspire this critic to address the artist directly: Thank you, Michael Garlington.