Simone clenched Sampson’s gaze, bound in several locks,

The whites of my eyes captured the petrified trickle,

Humpty Dumpty had a glorious fall,

The triumph of the Hell’s Angels became studded with studded studs.

Brin Frost hosts a set of highly restrained theatrical moments, drawing upon particular poetic and symbolic imagery. Wooden and fabric compositions tied, dyed and worn accompany intense framed drawings. Torn battle flags, harlequin boards and metal studs generate and embrace a series of new relationships and hierarchies. The scattered work slips a given function, its constant re-evaluation allowing a state of unrest.