By the early 1970s, I was making painted “hotel” facades that I thought of as shaped canvases, which did not hang on the wall but were self-supporting. I showed the hotels at my first one-woman show in 1973 at a co-op gallery in SoHo. The hotels were installed like a tropical village with bird calls and hot lights. I derived the scale of the work, which I use to this day, from my own body: the first hotel was sixty-eight inches tall and the top of the front door came to my eye level.