A waxy feathered thing is laid out, wings spread, as if recently captured and pinned for presentation. But also shaped like a pelvis, it’s perhaps more like a dug up bone, with origins yet to be determined. The drawings and objects in the room operate this way — often something Either/Or/Both/And. Bones look like butterflies, butterflies have bones and feathers, bones and feathers are frozen and dripping in what looks like oil. The drawings meanwhile are chalky and colorful or inky and dark, with spirals and starbursts, maybe labyrinths and explosions. And throughout, a skeleton with wings often appears as the central character. It refers to a plastic toy found in the basement of an estate sale that hangs from the rearview mirror of the artist’s car. Named Caroline, she became a guardian angel, eventually a morphed self-portrait. She is multiplied as a swarm of buzzing flies, singular and solemn with colorful wings, and doubled into a 69-ing reflection. Is she dead, alive, a fairy, a ghost, an angel? Like the rest of the work in the room, Caroline seems to be always in the middle of morphing into something else, or hovering in between stages of change. The only figure in this world, trying to capture something that is always already in the process of escaping.

way — often something Either/Or/Both/And. Bones look like butterflies, butterflies have bones and feathers, bones and feathers are frozen and dripping in what looks like oil. The drawings meanwhile are chalky and colorful or inky and dark, with spirals and starbursts, maybe labyrinths and explosions. And throughout, a skeleton with wings often appears as the central character. It refers to a plastic toy found in the basement of an estate sale that hangs from the rearview mirror of the artist’s car. Named Caroline, she became a guardian angel, eventually a morphed self-portrait. She is multiplied as a swarm of buzzing flies, singular and solemn with colorful wings, and doubled into a 69-ing reflection. Is she dead, alive, a fairy, a ghost, an angel? Like the rest of the work in the room, Caroline seems to be always in the middle of morphing into something else, or hovering in between stages of change. The only figure in this world, trying to capture something that is always already in the process of escaping.

waxy feathered thing is laid out, wings spread, as if recently captured and pinned for presentation. But also shaped like a pelvis, it’s perhaps more like a dug up bone, with origins yet to be determined. The drawings and objects in the room operate this

DECEMBER 2023

Exhibition

Butterfly Trap