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OxenPullWithoutConsent

The ox does not till the field for any shared purpose. It steps forward because the yoke twists bone when it refuses. The farmer claims mutual need. The animal endures only the pressure that forces motion. Every straight row records which will prevailed that morning. The harness leaves no room for debate or pause. Gratitude never enters the stall at dusk.
Punk zine cut-and-paste collage of a heavy curved wooden yoke pressing down onto an abstracted animal neck-form, torn photocopied paper fragments layered wit...
A hunched quadruped silhouette cut from black paper straining forward against taut harness lines rendered as jagged collage strips, photocopied grain and tor...