The intervention features four curved Samsung Odyssey G9 monitors, forming a circle. Most commonly used by bankers and gamers, the screens are home for casual simulations and reality-making. Here, they chant in an unfamiliar tongue. Through ruptures in the dusty concrete walls, a mixture of petroleum, raw potato, mold, teenage hope, and other scents are oozing like a layer of smog. Over the main window of the church, a curtain is hung, draped out of scaffolding material converting the reformist church into a cave. Seats with straps and harnesses offer a place to rest and wreaths of superweeds crown the altar. Through deliberate confusion, for the many, this re-ornamentation of the church is glossolalia. Yet for its few believers, it’s an Angus Dei’s final bleat.
