spawn

The chains of spheres she has forged, clustered together and draped one across the other, form a volume, a mass, that seems to fill whatever space is available to it: biotopic spaces, architectural and urban spaces, her unsettlingly organic creations colonise any existential niche they can find. The intentional association with a dollop of foam, fish spawn, or a cluster of eggs is disrupted by the off-kilter physical qualities of the spheres, their size and composition. The artificial character of these modules is plain, their mass-produced, off-the-rack nature clear. Smooth, white, foreign, and silent by day, they emit a cold glow at night. The artificiality of the components destroys the illusion of a "natural“ in the sense of biological phenomenon.