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Experience irradiates every crevice of our sense of ourselves. For this exhibition, my cohort and I present works that absorb the accidents of their making, like an open box of baking soda at the back of a fridge swallowing scents. Like the box, we cover up what we’re marinating in, rendering the points where our human hands and selves enter the equation ambiguous. Whether by photochemical experiment, high-resolution scan, or densely layered patterning, we’re consummate craftspersons whose craft erases us.

Alvin Lucier’s sound piece I Am Sitting in a Room came up in conversations ahead of …