The Sombre Majesty (or, on being the pronounced dead)
30 April – 11 June, 2022
Soft Opening, London


Whispered - at the top of my lungs
piercing space and parting seas
you rest on the lips of the
broken, smacked and smothered.
Prayer.
Air. There’s so much air in the word
for wishes for, wishes of.
Wistful woes
or wisdom wonder
carried on the spirit air.
Heir.
Successor of The Work. New Wor(l)d.
More than that;
bestowed
Less than that;
perceived. -er.
E R
In emergence we find light for this dark room
Rimmed with saints who expire at the touch of the living’s breath, therefore,
no holy in this spirit
or, on being the pronounced dead.



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New Wor(l)d., 2022
Sapele mahogany, oil stick and paper
95.2 × 125 × 23 cm
you rest on the lips of the, 2022
Sapele mahogany, oil stick and paper
95.2 × 125 × 23 cm
Rimmed with saints who expire at the touch of the living’s, 2022
Sapele mahogany, oil stick and paper
95.2 × 125 × 23 cm
Every Ginnal Is A Star, 2022
Plastic
193 × 193 × 10 cm
A Caribbean Ossuary, 2022
Wooden cabinet and cut crystal
42 × 208 × 161.5 cm
Heart Rock, Basket Case, 2022
Cut crystal, rock and wood
15.5 × 15.5 × 31 cm
Both Low Hanging Fruit And the Scavenged High Rise – Either Way: Suspension. So, Slackening The Hold Here I Ask Through The Poethics of Suspense, ‘How Can You Rest When Still Strung Up?’, 2022
Sapele mahogany, crosier, bus seat moquettes and thread
311 × 110 × 93 cm
or, on being the pronounced dead, 2022
Sapele mahogany, oil stick and paper
95.2 × 125 × 23 cm
NEGR-OID, 2020–22
Scent, metal and glass
31 × 15.5 × 15.5 cm

Photography: Theo Christelis