The Orpheum Community Hub thumped with the surround stereo sound of an ominous heartbeat, intensifying as onlookers waited to see what would happen next. Finally, in white shorts and a teeth guard, artist Gerald Lovato entered the gallery dressed for a fight; the only thing missing were his gloves. In the center of the room hung a punching bag covered with Lovato’s handwriting that covered nearly the entire surface. These writings read as a stream-of-consciousness journal, narrating the artist’s traumas. The cylindrical shape of the object partly obscured the words, and the tightly packed rows of print reminded me of…