12 Feb 2022

Nebraska is not art. My family is not art. My trajectory is not art. When you grow up this way, you fetishize the austere Judd sculptures and hidden meanings and move to a major metropolis and think, finally, you have found the art. The art tells you to go home.

Framed by an octagonal cardboard structure, the photo captures a scene of various sculptures that resemble heating vents, made out of mostly cardboard and metal.

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