The two-person show presents an installation of re-worked objects and sculptural assemblage. Rather than presenting us with the curatorial premise, the press includes a text that reads:
I’m so confused that I don’t even know if you want me to hug you or you want me to die. Everyone is running away from that disaster, yet I cannot do it and I have to run to you. If I only have one chance, one, I have to try to save you. Or at least see if you are there.
In addition, the work is accompanied by a special text/poem contribution from Andrew Birk, with an excerpt that reads, “Our moment might soon be over, I want to lose myself forever in a sublime haze of loud distracting life-affirming anything, A shaky pistol emerging from a shadow, Dogs disappear out windows…” **
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