Most artists are unemployed, or underemployed, or in search of day jobs. But few make their lack or loss of vocation central to their art. In his notes for the Neverland installation, Marc Dombrosky explains that each work was inspired by an unhappy move to Vegas, where he promptly lost his job. (Also lost that day—Michael Jackson, whose legacy figures in a few small objects.) Boxes and furniture blankets hint at a life in upheaval. But more affecting are the scraps of paper Dombrosky found with notes and doodles and shopping lists on them. In the manner of Found magazine, they suggest small, sad narratives of interrupted lives; lost chapters in a book you’ll never read. Then Dombrosky sews over the old script, making it more permanent. Thus, “Learn to fucken park Stupid” [sic], shopping lists, and an inventory of videos to rent that includes Val Kilmer in The Salton Sea. These forlorn remnants are like written reassurances to their anonymous authors. Dombrosky may’ve landed on his feet, but we’ll never know how the others made out. “Everything will be okay,” one note reads. We hope so, but we also doubt it. BRIAN MILLER

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