The object on this wall is a domain name. It was acquired, parked, and given a label, because a label is kinder than a landing page that pretends to sell something.

The X is not a warning. It is the letter that was already in the title. Visitors sometimes ask what the title means. The gallery declines to annotate further.

Please do not touch the work. It is already on the internet.

The Preejaculation X mark: a blush X above a tiny brass museum label on off-white linen.

That is the show.

No brochure. No sequel. A tasteful X, a parked name, and the courtesy of not explaining the joke.