EXIT WOUND takes the form of a sorcerer’s office, a rotting archaeological archive or the library of a metalworking monk.
The fragments and vessels entombed in the rusted architecture bear no text.
Wax tablets with sticky plaster kisses. Holding memory of surfaces leached. Artefacts of contact.
Objects losing borders, at once industrial and primordial.
The human hand is reinscribed by the will of matter to commune with the environment, shedding edges gently. They leak red dust.
