Like many of the works in the artist's oeuvre, these sculptures exist in hard to define spaces between the virtual and the physical, between the handmade and the mechanical. They are digital renderings, of course, yet they feel handmade. And they are, in a way. A hand is still controlling a device that navigates between code lines and display pixels. And it’s a painter’s hand, no doubt. I look at them idly spin on their axis, displaying themselves like the objects they are. I imagine they were found in a cave, a deep underground cave in a –verse, one of the sprawling –verses, maybe even ours. Fantastic post-archaeological treasures that shine in their unspectacularly. A shell, a branch, a ring. Merely this, and nothing more.
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