Samuel Consiglio

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Thesis Exhibitions Home

And now we lay down in bed, together.

The bed, provided to me on my birthday, I now offer to

yr permanent collection. If I am bound to this bed, now

or at any time in our future, I expect that it will be you

that identifies the body and yr signature that officiates

it's release. As we exist here-now, on this bed,I am fed

dreams from the same expired menus. These formulae,

in all of their arrogance and totemic irrelevance, are a

bed of salt to which my tongue will return-eternally, in

perpetual, reciprocal alienation.

When I am finally released from this bed I will invite you

into my fish tank as you have already deemed my ocean too

shallow.

But there is a separation occurring within our own bodies that is directly targeting our senses and the possibilities associated with them. Every time I reach for my own foot I feel like I am simultaneously one with my body and completely divorced from it--that for two extremities to connect somehow completes a circle and also makes the distance traveled from one extremity to the next so far as to result in estrangement. Maybe the answer is simple: I've walked home in the snow one too many times, maybe a chronic nerve condition; but the question is of Luciferian proportions - Why can I not feel my toes?

Toepha!, 2008
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Toepha!, 2008
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Now That You Don't, 2009
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Shut the Fuck Outta Here (detail), 2008
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I Know I'm Not Wrong (detail), 2008
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Now That You Don't, 2009
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Toepha!, 2009
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