SARAH BLESENER
THE DYING LIGHT
SOME KIND OF SOLSTICE
THIS IS WHEN THE YELLOW BREAKS
RESEARCH NOTES: ENTER/EXIT PRELUDE - WE RARELY RETURN
ENTER/EXIT
THE ARCHITECTURE OF THE TRAP
WORDS IN MOTION
IT GROWS IN MY STOMACH, A DARK PURPLE
AFTERIMAGE
‘ANONYMOUS’ PORTRAITURE
SOFA: CONVERSATIONS 
BUILDING ALTARS AT DEAD ENDS