Their pure white and dense black ribbons float from wall into mid-air, throwing sharp
shadows onto the gallery walls and alluding to the organic and the mystical, like the artist's gentle transcriptions on canvas.
Not exact matches
An assemblage of 90 speakers casts a
shadow of one of the world's most familiar skylines
onto the
gallery wall and plays a continuous loop of sampled radio broadcasts, sirens and helicopters.
What appears to be a nightmarish pile - up of road kill turns out to be a self - portrait of
shadows projected
onto the
gallery wall; scrap metal metamorphoses into copulating rats; a heap of trash transforms into silhouettes of «Tim and Sue» having a drink and smoke, apparently content with the work they have made and in which they take star billing.