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A gallery of ceramic sculpture. It’s rare to feel as if an animal can possess you — inhabit your body, mind and spirit as if it were a new lover exploring all your real and artificial selves. Dress your dogs and cats with as many sweater vests, booties and hats as you want; they’ll never come close to the hybrid human qualities that seductively inhabit the work of Beth Cavener Stichter. This might be, in part, because she views her stone sculptures as portraits — of people she has met briefly  in passing or good friends or family. She doubles the uncanny moment by acknowledging that these creatures are self-portraits as well,  since the very act of interpreting another’s actions, facial expressions, and intentions says — and betrays — much more about our own fears and desires than the other person. We rarely acknowledge or intellectually wrestle with this flash-fiction judgment that we impose onto friends and strangers alike.

Some people describe certain physical connections as being like electricity. Sparks flying. When Chris and I touch, it’s different. I think of the feel of water. The way it is when you wade into the ocean and a small wave cascades against you, swirling sand over you and awakening every pore.

Left Drowning – Jessica Park (via briannareads)

Photographs, Ryan McGinley

  1. Coco & India (Cascade), 2008
  2. Jack (Blue Mass), 2009
  3. Jack (Hanging Rock), 2009
  4. River (Clouds), 2009
  5. Alex (Levitating), 2009
  6. Jonas (Ritual), 2009
  7. Jonas & Marcel (Blue Altar), 2009
  8. Tracy (Cherry Drizzle), 2009
  9. Tracy (Dripping), 2009
  10. Grace (Deep Red Triangle), 2009