He then copied all the photos and managed to track down their names and Facebook and Twitter accounts.
Next he had the photos blown up and copies made of all their tweets and stuff and stuck it in a gallery.
Some people would call this "stalking." He calls it "art."
I call bullshit.
This is only art if he now writes two novels about them falling down a rabbit hole or walking through their bedroom mirror and discovering a mysterious, yet vaguely threatening, world where animals can talk and cats disappear.