There will be no opening

The opening acts as an erasure of work. I become acutely aware of my ineptitude to enact a certain role in this environment. Any engagement feels instead as a re-enactment of behaviour I have witnessed, at times envied and at times disdained, but never naturally inhabited. The imitation of the ideal self or the awareness of the unavailability of the actual self makes me feel in an absolute loss of place. These are my personal circumstances and conflict with the generous conditions I aim to show this work in, the same generous conditions that they came to become in. A kindness turned into care through the luxury of loosening the restraints of the application of a finish.