About the work

You are picking at something that won’t come loose. It will never come loose. Every effort you make is a confirmation of this. The small, dull hammer, the rope that binds and binds – these are your only companions. The ice on your sleeve is just water, but it feels like the whole world has paused on your arm, waiting for you to fail, or finish. It doesn’t matter which. A study in Resilience and Decay held in the same frame. In dialogue with 1970s Japanese New Topographics.