JoAnn McNeil “entire”

JoAnn McNeil packs a lot into a short space with “entire.” It’s the sound of a supernova being born inside you, the slow unfolding as a million points of light illuminate one-by-one. Dense, heavy drones shift under the surface, each layer of veneer melting away under the weight and heat pushing outward. Static touches every surface, leaving a silvery trail in its wake as the piece radiates the universe until, suddenly, everything vanishes in a flash. “entire” has arisen and you’re on your own again.