“You’re probably the first artist to get/Viewers to put part of a work/In their mouths and suck on it/Oral gratification.” These lyrics are from the song played in Stephen Prina’s exhibition “The Second Sentence of Everything I Read Is You: Mourning Sex.” Prina utilized various means to transform the gallery space into what the press release called a “mini-Broadway-musical-on-the-road”: He painted a portion of the walls pale blue and carpeted the floor in a matching shade; he converted six shipping crates into padded benches; he hung a small light box displaying the image of a book barely visible