[2026]
Text produced on the occasion of my curatorial work of Patryk Stasieczek's solo show 'for that gob casts the image' exhibited at Wil Aballe (Vancouver, BC).




Ugh! She Gobbed It (Again)



the gob
fills a gob
gags a gob
wets a gob
pulls a gob
spits a gob

a-ugh!
clickless
rhythm

on the inside
a likeliness
impossible
outside

you know

a gob
she
once
kissed
mirrored
what mirrors
don’t

real
discipline


ugh! kinks


jacques

pro
ba
bly

muttered
something
about
gob holes
and the soul

michel
for sure
did it all

enough

unless shaming
is your thing


her office
another gob

the studio
next gob

a hallway
gobs

latent
muscle
memory

inhaled


gobfully


getsy said this
katz, that
lancaster, too

but would muñoz
miss the penns

or the hujars
the armstrongs
the wojnarowiczs
and the hangs

rivas san martín’s
two ai-pretty
ugh! men
kiss without
a mouth

not sure
we needed
this
(simulated)
intercourse


baby
can’t you see
she’s calling (it)

kinda process
kinda toxic

gapes
outside images
chambered

smells
the image
her saliva

tastes
the gelatin
her breath


an appearance


dim
gob form

the it
shadows
don’t founder

minor
detectable

a camera
only

looking
spitting

or both
back
at me


ugh! not I


the I
might
like the violence

her revenge
my revenge

in safe light
turned ours

the brick
its memory
or the culprit

the ball
or its mirror
the witness


ugh! through cuts


her vermilion
pressed
on the edge

photo-
based
abstract
gob-voids

photo-
realist
gob-mining
carcinogens


hurt


open
for ten-twenty
gobs
thirty-forty
ugh! six hundred
gobs gob

the memory
left now
behind

exhales
whimpers

she’s not a photogram
not yet a photograph


inside images


shaken
negative

spat
and
swallowed

an archive
motile

pretty much
a spillage

—April 2026, Alejandro A. Barbosa