Lately, I've been talking with my community about where my art practice stands and where I imagine it going. One theme keeps surfacing: my fascination with performance. I mentioned this to my friend Gibron, just before we headed to the Atlanta Opera, where he works in the costume shop. The shop itself felt alien to me but one thing caught my attention: a handful of used lint roller sheets Gibron pulled from a bin. They were covered in fibers and tiny remnants of what had been or was becoming a performance. I imagined the lint roller sheets witnessed the performance much like I did—standing in for the audience, out of context, experiencing only fragments of something larger.