Grace Swansbury

I am infatuated with steel’s colour and sound. Its new given kinetic body becomes activated via us; we pull it up and lower it down.  The chiming of the thousands of loops that hold it together engulfs the space. This wish to invade the site forces our co-existence and dependency; my work must find a home; the space must be filled. This sparked the mass of metal, the protective blanket that can finally find rest inside the gallery walls.