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Burden of Proof
Case File_001 // Deployment ID

Artifact //
Burden of Proof

  • Cutting
  • Binding
  • Drying
  • Sealed
  • Claimed
Classification
1 of 1 Mixed Media Canvas
Dimensions
30 × 30
Status
Section-built // Hand-severed institutional fragments
Valuation
$1,580

A system built on survival never creates freedom. This piece is the physical residue of that survival. Built painstakingly in isolated sections, this artifact traps the weight of a broken bureaucracy under a final, heavy truth: the Burden of Proof. For those who know the system is a cage—this is the visual exit.

Dispatch Log

08 Dispatches // Newest first
Dispatch_008Capture: 10.21.26 // 3:28 PMOrigin: Brooklyn, NYStatus: Drying

The Missing File

The Missing File
The Missing File
The Missing File
Unedited. No faces. Just the work.

Di chaos of the shreds is settling into di canvas. Smell of the gel medium is so strong, it's being pressed flat using Teflon sheet. It kinda lost its words a bit, where the ink lifted cleanly off one of the words. That's how the evidence disappears sometimes. Not in a loud act, but in a quiet moment when no one's looking. Maybe a file that went missing, or was simply never recorded in the evidence. It's here, as is, because di burden is never on the one who erased it, but on you to notice what's missing.

Transcript

It's really coming along well. I made sure it was dry, had to go over it again with more gel medium, and needed more evidence shreds from paper. This is literally burden of proof, the amount of time you have to go over the details to ensure everything is there as proof. I'm not making a perfect art...

Dispatch_007Capture: 10.21.26 // 5:34 AMOrigin: Brooklyn, NYStatus: Drying

More Proof

More Proof
More Proof
More Proof
Unedited. No faces. Just the work.

Like the burden of proof. There's always more you have to prove. One brush didn't make it. It got left out with gel medium still on it, never made it to the water. By the time I came back, the bristles had locked solid. Had to cut them down. A new brush took its place. The work doesn't stop for a casualty.

Transcript

The stencil worked out. It smells so much like glue right now. I had to do a second and third coat at the bottom of the artifact; it needed more shreds so it can have more texture. Right now I set a Teflon paper over it and some books on top for pressure.

Dispatch_006Capture: 10.21.26 // 4:43 AMOrigin: Brooklyn, NYStatus: Cutting

The Stencil

The Stencil
The Stencil
Unedited. No faces. Just the work.

Like the legal system. You don't know until the process is done.

Transcript

Right here working on some stencil, cutting out the final piece of the artifact. It's coming along good, but I think I might have to change the size. It looks a little small, but I won't know until everything is fully cut out.

Dispatch_005Capture: 10.20.26 // 1:00 AMOrigin: Brooklyn, NYStatus: Cutting

The Fragments

The Fragments
The Fragments
The Fragments
Unedited. No faces. Just the work.

The canvas needs more than the first batch could give. Back to the printer. Back to the blade. Every piece on the finished surface passes through these hands first. Look at the evidence. Someone already ran it through the shredder. Not lost. Cut. Into pieces small enough that no one would bother putting it back together. Sealed by the ones paid to protect you. Every fragment in this container was a sentence once. The burden is on you to read what's left.

Transcript

Right now I need more paper. I'm going to print out the script, and I'm going to shred it into more pieces, because I need a lot more shredded pieces.

Once I shred these, I'll drop another update.

Dispatch_004Capture: 10.19.26 // 11:24 PMOrigin: Brooklyn, NYStatus: Sealing

The Seal

The Seal
Unedited. No faces. Just the work.

Matte gel over every shard. A few fragments rode the brush into the medium. The photo shows them exactly where they landed.

Transcript

I just went over the canvas with the matte gel medium. Right now I'm leaving it to lock in all the shreds.

I'm letting it sit for a few more hours, then after, I'll start another base.

Right now it's 11:24 PM, October 19th.

Dispatch_003Capture: 10.19.26 // 2:20 PMOrigin: Brooklyn, NYStatus: Drying

The Couch Ledger

The Couch Ledger
Unedited. No faces. Just the work.
Field Log

The artifact moved off the kitchen table so the body could eat.

Now it rests on the couch, the same spot where I sleep. Daylight across the surface. The shards finally holding still.

More placement this morning. More glue. More precision.

Up close it smells like binding agent and paper dust. From across the room, it's already speaking.

The top of the canvas is still waiting. The final words are coming.

When it hangs on your wall, it will still hold this quiet.

Dispatch_002Capture: 10.18.26Origin: Brooklyn, NYStatus: Binding

The Shards

The Shards
Unedited. No faces. Just the work.
Field Log

Up since eight. Moving between the screen and the canvas all day. Building the site, back to the blade, back again.

Every shard is placed by hand. Diagonal strips, cut down to dust. Nothing here is random.

The glue has its own will. It lifts the fragments off the board and onto my fingers. So you slow down. Press. Hold. Let it set.

Tonight it sleeps under a stack of heavy books.

Dispatch_001Capture: 10.17.26 // 11:00 PMOrigin: Brooklyn, NYStatus: Baseline set

The Foundation

Field Log

This canvas was supposed to be something else.

For a week it hung on the kitchen wall, a black void covered in sticky notes. Reminders. Plans. Things to keep moving.

Then the signal came. Two phrases: Burden of Proof. Look at the Evidence.

I printed them. Ran them through the machine. Then I took the blade to them.

The table is cleared. The floor is covered in the dust of their words. The baseline is set.

Whoever ends up holding this piece, this is where yours begins.

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