At the core of my questioning, whether through art practice, or the day-to-day, is the gaze of the skeptic. The origin of the word... Skepsis. To be a thorn at the side of the institution. Carefully crafted narratives. The many faceless afterlives. Coiling tentacles. So much of the same. The exhausting song and dance of representation. I still think of the question asked of me one year ago "you, the historically dispossessed, what will you give us? ". Right now, with the help of good friends, Marina and Eilin, I am working on a book set to be published this coming year. There's a show in Cologne and a presentation in Basel, Switzerland. Lisa O continues to put her faith in my work through her gallery, LC Quessier.