Gomorrah is for lovers, 2014. Bleach on bedsheet, 64″ × 84″.
The storms of Jupiter, 2014. A photograph is taken of a hickey that shares shapes with the Great Red Spot, 7″ × 5″.
A missionary’s gun, 2015. I made arrangements to purchase the rifle stock from a gun belonging to an evangelical who was active in the Congo during the 1960s.
Untitled, 2014. A portion of Raglan Road, the Dublin street and subject of Patrick Kavanagh’s eponymous poem, was removed for purposes of gentrification and I stole some rubble.
Untitled, 2014. A pillowcase shared by an ex-lover and their ex-lover.
There is something I can neither describe nor define, 2013–14. In still-drying sections of sidewalk cement, I wrote the following: “There is something I can neither describe nor define and I want to possess it,” and, “There is something I can neither describe nor define and I want to escape it.” I later returned to each site to make a graphite rubbing of the inscriptions. 22″ × 17″ each.
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