These sculptures are attempts at anthropomorphizing objects in an unsettling but intriguing way. The creatures formed are lumpy, and wrong, and hideous. They are sweet and endearing despite it. As they are sewn, the pieces are gently imbued with a constructed sense of life and empathy through the use of aesthetics. Their eyes are wide and rheumy. Their spindly legs can hardly pull them from the dirt. They twitch and crawl toward affection like injured moths toward light. They exist in constant dying, their final throes always an inconvenience away. Given a feeble, artificial life by the scavenged animatronics inside them, they almost seem to hear and feel the viewer’s presence. Since the beings formed are so dear to the artist, the “flesh” ...