ROADKILL

A city of cars is shaped by its system of motorways, by places for cars to run, to rest, to feed. In a city of cars, pedestrians are scarce and suspicious, with all sensible organic bodies already encased in protective motor-shells, moving according to the rules of the traffic. Creatures of chrome and steel roam the roads, powerful and nonchalant, an embodiment of progress.

As they would occasionally run over an unsuspecting victim, soft body crushed under the wheels, is it a mishap, a technical malfunction soon to be resolved, or a sign of an ultimate incompatibility of a body with machine? No matter, we should just carefully step over it on the way to the future.
 
ceramic tiles, fluorescent lights, candles, re-configured clothes, found materials
(2011)

exhibition views at The Mattress Factory Art Museum