“You cannot force fortune.”

Aluminum, relief print on ribbon

5” x 2’ x 2’

2024

I am superstitious to a fault. When on the precipice of a significant moment, I find myself getting Chinese takeout. Fortune cookies feel like a promise - or rather, a sentence. I subscribe to the notion that everything happens for a reason - right place, right time. But if my supposed fate does not align with my plans, then what? I can imagine myself anxiously opening one fortune cookie after the other in a frenzy, a frantic search of what I crave to hear. Then the true function of the fortune lost. The purpose is void. 

This piece intends to convey desperation through multiples and material. It is a window into the present feeling with the implied use of force to pry open the cookies, as well as a snapshot of the aftermath of desperation, in the observation of the evidence of repeated actions.