In what must be Koh’s (literally) darkest work, a black box contains: a uniquely charred card with the piece’s information, one black booklet filled with tiny male nude photos and surreal imagery, a second booklet showing only one image, that of man’s slit wrist and resultant pool of blood followed by thirty pages of black, a third black booklet (blank but for a cigarette burn like a bullet-hole through most of its 32 pages) and a unique black plaster sculpture encrusted in black glitter, all on a bed of black licorice jelly beans. As another meditation on time honoured themes of sex and death, this piece as about as Gothic as things can possibly get.