Coworker Beliefs

Coworker Beliefs stages a fragmented skin, suspended on a wooden valet. At first glance, the installation evokes a work locker room — a transit zone where every evening you hang up the uniform and the identity that comes with it. Here, the clothes aren't clothes. It's a molt.

Behind this mundane displacement, a belief often relayed between breaks or in the margins of the internet surfaces: the conviction that the ruling class cannot possibly be human. That their appearance is just a disguise, a uniform worn to blend in among us. That somewhere beneath the suit, something entirely other lives. Something cold, unfathomable. Extraterrestrial.

Coworker Beliefs inhabits this doubt, blurring the lines between exhausted worker and post-human administrator, between hallway gossip and ontological suspicion. The skins are empty, still warm. They hang there, not as relics, but as evidence: the body has withdrawn, but something remains on standby, ready to take shape again.