On an old oak-lined Pasadena avenue, I’m standing before an imposing wrought-iron gate to a stately Tudor mansion. In dappled afternoon sunlight twinkling beneath breezy treetops, this mysterious setting feels like the beginning of an Alfred Hitchcock movie. Sprawling far beyond, the colossal estate, which I recognize from a video in Ariana Papademetropoulos’ recent show at Wilding Cran Gallery,...
