Cain and Abel, 2025
Wooden table and collection of zines
35 x 50 x 40 in. (table); zine dimensions variable
In collaboration with Oliver Ito, Carolina Kelley, Marcy Marrison, and Logan Rushford
Sinking amongst the tethers of a choreographed reality.
I never know the difference between the choir bell and the crack of a gun.
I am inundated with the decisions of other men.
Smiling as they poke and prod—almost scientifically, to discover what makes me abnormal amongst everything known to America.
I am governed by values placed beside my own.
Endlessly nudging me in a contradictory direction.
Ideas that plot to kill me.
I am forcibly assigned as a ‘freak’ and a ‘deviant’. Invariably discussed as the new demonstration in ethics.
Rust gathers.
Examined are the cadences of day and the concealment of night.
A clanging bite.
I am ordered.
A deep involvement.
Desires are left to lay bare.
Tucked away. Teeming.
Knees bent.
Eyes closed.
Elbows resting.
Hands clasped.
