The same sentence repeated over and over again. “Everything is Found Wanting” seems to suggest both inadequacy or incompletion of the world, but also longing when we think of "wanting" as a verb. The repetition of the phrase hopes to perform its meaning as text becomes automated gesture and loses its meaning. This very automation and loss, however, reinforces the fallibility the phrase refers to. In a way, I hope that the phrase functions through its failure.
I also hope that the form of the text as if forms in liquid plastic finds resonance in similar forms of female labor in the kitchen. I hope it becomes equal parts cake icing and non-aesthetic low-tech conceptual art (historically the domain of men).
