Cast in clay and draped in pink, lavish slips stretch just enough to brush their ends. Stifling another inhale, a shining light sulks in the open, warming scattered celebrations of repeated encounters- a mournful era recycles. Scratching one last itch in an act of quiet desperation, something in the air slows to a crawl, eventually finding itself completely stopped
-Jackson Gifford
A publication was made for this exhibition featuring writing by Emma Huerta, Natalie Jenkins, Matthew Jesse Jackson, & David Sami.
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