Abigail Levine

Redactions is an ambivalent autobiography, a chorus of psyches, a year-long look out the window. It has holes for other voices. Redactions wants to listen to the music of the world but keeps getting interrupted by sirens. Layered on a gestural movement language— sculptural, psychological, and intimate—are bits of narrative about sex in an airplane bathroom, Fred Moten’s take on abstraction, live-streamed uprisings and insurrections, hand washing, and the evening stars converging in winter.