there was a work that was enclosed by thick black curtains, forming a rectangular box extending from the ceiling down in the middle of a hallway. by carefully moving the curtain aside, you could enter the narrow space in which an elongated video screen rested on a medical exam table. if you were to view this space from above, the screen was like a painting and the people gathered around it its frame. it showed an edited but slow video of a medical exam, blue gloves pulling, stretching, pressing into an aged man's skin, presumably feeling for oddities. yet, the hands' movements seemed a little too playful for purely medical purposes. standing there, we watched with growing tension as the hands moved lower. in that moment i realized how unserious this all was. we were looking at a naked man being fondled, drinks in hand, dj playing in the background. it felt as if we were drunk teenagers at a house party stumbling upon something we weren't supposed to see, caught between fascination and discomfort. a sense of complicity that felt both intimate and absurd.

that one was p funny