paintings

and explain what's happening. Layers seen through, rubbed out, reflected. One person writes on the wall of the toilet, flushes, moves out. Another comes back and writes around it. What's left is a sense of come and go — a multitude of voices speaking about the same thing, adding insult to insult to injury. I protest. Make a poster. The poster falls off the wall. It rains. The poster bleeds. There's no more poster. There's no more protest.