Who Will Wipe Our Ass? departs from Norma’s monologue in The Twilight Zone to render despair, domestic confinement, and invisible care work visible. The sentence embroidered onto toilet paper turns an intimate commodity into a public question: “Is this our lot? Who will wipe our ass?”

The material choice recalls pandemic scenes of fetishized hygiene and scarcity; suspended on canvas, the roll confronts the permanence of stitch with the fragility of paper. The accompanying video/sound layer is built as a collage of news bulletins, street interviews, and pro-government statements; the cadence of public discourse collides with domestic experience.

The work asks who performs care, for whom, and at what cost; the stitch oscillates between suturing a wound and wiping a body, pointing to the marks language leaves on flesh. An ordinary consumer object becomes a carrier of anger, shame, and solidarity, inviting viewers to the threshold between helplessness and politicization.