A limited rumination on the practice of swaddling in relation to my general infatuation with death—as release, the only actual possibility of freedom for the spirit, allure of the unknown, comfort of inevitability, caring for others, catharsis of mourning, the possibilities in endings, generative destruction…

keyon gaskin prefers not to contextualize their art with their credentials.

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