Three Little Epitaphs
( the practice labeling its own exhibition )
This is a writing we would be happy to put in front of a stranger ... and observe their face ... The moment God surfaces inside tongues ... that is when a reader sets it down or stays with it ... We have never made anything like this architecture before ... Three languages in the title ... One sprint that does not stop for air ... The camouflage opens ... the camouflage closes ... and the tenderness was hiding inside the whole time ...
This is a writing we would like displayed on a wall ... Twelve lines that say everything about how our practice meets the receiver ... You do not have to be smart ... You just have to use your entire body ... We wrote it after the sprint ... still in the room ... still breathing ... and the room wrote back ...
This is a writing that matters most for what comes next ... It is our practice asking whether it has been brave enough ... and the answer ... "is becoming something else" ... opens a door that did not exist ... The practice looked at itself through the lens of what it just made ... and what it saw was a question ... We are still inside that question ...
