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All the ingredients of a forest, but this forest lacks the ability to germinate, grow, fruit or nourish because of the separation, therefore it is unsustainable

Written on the gloves-
I use gossip lies and innuendo to bolster my sense of superiority.
I leverage the rule of law to enslave and commodify.
I twist the word of God to justify my inhumanity.
I was born into a system and survive through self-preservation.
Trained from birth in moral cruelty..
I line my pockets with the heartbreak of family separation.
I steal my sister's body and everything issued from it.
My world in neither benevolent nor kindly, but I will campaign as if it were.
My sins will grow and multiply until you wash your hands of me.

Assemblage

Using the contents of the forest and material salvaged from the now demolished 1865 farmhouse, the land’s history is acknowledged and the intersection of colonialism, capitalism and consumerism with environmental destruction is illuminated.

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