An industrial-looking sculpture stands before us. Though seen through UV filters, its imposing size and rotating movement can be discerned. As we enter the gallery, the hazy light abruptly gives way to a blaze of such force that the dazzling glare makes looking head-on almost impossible. There, the form is revealed in its entirety: pipes, corrugated PVC and industrial LEDs contrast with a tree trunk planted in a raw concrete base. No refined materials, no contrived shapes; an unworked assemblage that emits a blinding light and a deep whirring sound drawn directly from the bowels of the mesmerizing “beast.”
