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8" x 10"
Gelatin silver prints

The bundle is a congealed form, a lump of textile that fails to replicate the body. Here, clothing is not worn, but regurgitated. What was once flowing movement has now solidified into a static volume. Every piece of textile in this pile is half-digested information. A sleeve, a zipper, the ribbed structure of a knit—they are remnants of past use that have now been transformed into a new, dense mass. The volume is not created by the body, but by layering. It is a heavy, dark core that asserts itself against the space. The arrangement on the bare floor seems like a temporary pause in a larger process of circulation. It is a temporary unity waiting to be spat out again, untangled, or transported to another place.