This place...these ancient woods that surround you: they belong to us. The trees that loom about you, silently granting you shelter and sustenance. The solitary, sun-spotted clearings where you filled the days of your youth with horseplay and dreaming. The cool streams snaking through this fertile landscape, where you quenched your thirst and bathed your body. It is outs. A sacred birthright.

◇ After
The Hooded Man, Abu Ghraib · unattributed US Army photograph (released 2004), 2003
The figure stands on a low wooden box with both arms held straight out. A single wire runs from one raised hand back to the chest, where the taped charges take the shape of the arches.
“After” is the old gallery word for a work made in open conversation with another. It is a lineage, not a shortcut.
Chronicles of 72
Jermaine Rogers in his own words, alongside research from the archive. Quoted material is reproduced verbatim, and every voice is labelled.
Jermaine Rogers
◇ Piece Room
No owners on the platform yet. The room is waiting for the first.


