Slack Nut Egg Lump
An 18' tall steel truss is twisted into an abstraction of industrial decay by a rising mound of earth.
A disconcertingly dark and contextless interior space creates a meditative awe and discomfort as the trusswork is projected through a camera obscura. The moment of strange silence allows contemplation of consumption, interpenetration and entanglement.
Collaboration with Robyn Hasty.