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…” **