"This work is unlike any other, in its range of rich, conjuring imagery and its dexterity, its smart voice. Carroll-Hackett doesn’t spare us—but doesn’t save us—she draws a blueprint of power and class with her unflinching pivot: matter-of-fact and tender." —Jan Beatty

29 March 2019 

“I’ve been wandering where the cold tracks of language collapse into cinders, unburnable trash.”–Chase Twichell 

Make art about the collapse of language, or about the burning, the cinders. 


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