Gravity's Bitches

 

Gravity’s Bitches lives in motion, even as it stands still. Stretching down the center of the gallery like the timeline of an animation, its sculptural bodies rise toward the skylight and descend toward the gridded floor below. Armatures and appendages of filmmaking tools extend like limbs, caught mid-gesture—holding, reflecting, capturing, and sliding in a looping rhythm of absurd choreography. 

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Blurring the boundaries between sculpture and animation, I explore how technology mediates perception, flattening and distorting the vibrancy of living forms. Each suspended figure becomes both object and image, both still and moving.

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Buoyant yet tethered, the sculptures compete for sunlight, their gold reflectors drooping toward its rays. They hollow themselves out in pursuit of lightness, trading in their weight for radiance. Within this balance of gravity and grace, Gravity’s Bitches invites viewers to see animation not as movement through time, but as a state of perpetual becoming.