REENA SPAULINGS FINE ART
165 EAST BROADWAY
NEW YORK, NY 10002
Dear Reena
It has been a week now since
my last letter. And still no reply. All silent on the Spaulings Front. My
questions weren’t hard, I thought they were fair? So why don’t you answer, you
don’t fucking care. You exist. I came to that
conclusion. Reena, as much of an artist as any of these fucking cunts in this
institution.
Why are we institution, what
do we gain? We label ourselves as though we should be sectioned, enforced to
padded cells.
WE ARE THE INSITUTION. WE
THE INSTITUTION ARE.
Claire Fontaine ignores me still. They glue their matches, burn… burn…
burn. FLAME FIRE ASH.
ANSWER ME NOW
Alana
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