Two artists, both female, are squished into a hallway (a liminal space, a throughway) in between monumentally scaled, male-dominated exhibition spaces. As a result, this exhibition became about confronting various self and other-made impediments and navigating what appears impassable.
In this liminal space, absurd, foreboding fears are etched into glass and made legible only by the shadows they cast onto sturdy white walls. Some text has been obscured: redacted into blocky shapes which suggest obstacles to understanding. Wacky, unwieldy props rest nearby ready to hack away at the shadows while a termite riddled sawhorse perches itself precariously above folks who just want to quench their thirst.