For my mini exhibition, I wanted to focus on the dark, the gloomy, the mundane. Reading about what was, essentially, Gregor’s imprisonment in his own room gave me the impression of a dark, gloomy place with very little to do besides crawl all over the walls and listen to his family through the walls. Sure, he was “visited” by the charwoman on a regular basis, and he escaped once, but aside from that, he had nothing to do except lurk in his room and occasionally look out the window. I imagine that such an existence would be dark and depressing, and after a time, frustrating. I kept waiting for Gregor to transform back into a human, and I got frustrated the longer he remained a bug.