Even Love and Death is Headquartered

Video, 7:14 min

2026

Some histories arrive as facts. Others as traces. Fragments of both are brought into near contact, held at the edge of touch, where meaning hovers without settling.

Through archival moving images, the work engages an archive structured by dispossession, where memory is produced and foreclosed in the same gesture. What is lost persists not as recoverable presence but as an index of what exceeds the terms of its documentation. It attends to African and Black life as it appears within and against the frame, unsettling the stabilizing demands of portraiture and description, and the conditions through which visibility is made to stand in for knowledge.

Rather than offering clarity or resolution, it remains within the limits of what the archive allows to be known.