It all comes back to animals: the furry and feathered masses that share our planet, with whom we are wholly connected. In this context, witnessing printed text and images torn, taken, and dwindling to nothing becomes strikingly ominous. That said, the exhibition struck me as a celebration of the covenant between human and animal more than an omen of its demise. The connection between living beings is tangible, like a wool blanket against skin, yet somehow it remains inscrutable and beyond linguistic comprehension. In this way Hamilton cues the bull-roarers that call out to us—coming to speech—from a space beyond language, to express the potential for transformation within touch.