COLLABORATIVE EXHIBITION WITH JACOB BAILES, A PLACE GALLERY, ORLANDO, FLORIDA.
utility. futility. floss. string. the absurdity of our needs. collecting things. putting bags in bins and bins in boxes. no stopping point. the sickness of our grabbing hands. need. time.
she looks outside and there is a man on the pavement protesting her dirty dreams. he does not say this but she knows it. the man drops the tabs of metal soda cans onto the street. earlier in the day he had obtained these cans by going to a recycling facility. he stares at her through the window, bending the soda tabs forward with his teeth and backwards with his tongue. forward with his teeth and backwards with his tongue. she thinks very little of it and goes back to bed. she wakes up again and sees roughly 30 metal soda tabs laying on the ground. they are falling from a mouth that seems full. so full he could spit out tabs all day. into the night. through her next set of sleep. but that night she does not dream. black sleep. she wakes and there is no man outside her window. a pile of tabs lies on the sidewalk. some tabs are living in the crack. giving the sidewalk a spine.
together on the nothing glass.