
About the work
The cracked spine of the book, the damp concrete, the bullhorn’s silent hum — each a different kind of memory. The nun’s wheels are the only things still moving. Why does stillness feel like judgment?

About the work
The cracked spine of the book, the damp concrete, the bullhorn’s silent hum — each a different kind of memory. The nun’s wheels are the only things still moving. Why does stillness feel like judgment?