Permanence is only a word. With no place like home. With no space in magic. There are places we can go. An abundance to call. But nowhere to call home.

This was partly written several years ago. As an adoptee, I thought about the meaning of the word permanent often. As someone who lost a parent at a young age, I continued to think about how this word continued to feel transparent.

Translation by Chuck Hohng and Caroline Yoo

All proceeds go to @stripperstrikenoho and @artistplex

Two organizations working for the labor rights and creative autonomy of sex workers in los Angeles

16 x 20

Archival ink jet print on Velvet Cold Press Textured Matte paper

Edition of 20

Signed and Numbered by the artist

Learn more about the artist at www.kaylatange.com

Will ship first week of November.