CCASCUBE

Sarah CrowEST
Agglomeration

semi-detached sugar hit

the agglomeration looms out of the darkened exhibition space as if it were the problem-pony in the family of Callum Morton cool. A deshabille structure that leans more towards J.G. Ballard’s unravelled High Rise, Sarah crowEST’s modernist shantytown has trouble with lichen and other oddities that adhere amongst its exposed wiring and box-like forms. Mainly it has little windows lit up for the viewer to peer into, little LCD screens that warm like fires drawing you in as witness to the kooky and sometimes dark narratives that unfold.

At one portal odd swaying creatures with hugely distended heads accumulate one by one; although alien in appearance they seem benign and strangely comforting. On another screen a wide-eyed woman tries to claw her way up dimly-lit stairs, caught in a blurry, rolling struggle, she appears delusional, or in some kind of endless bad dream. You imagine that others in the ‘building’ may be unaware that she is lost. You move on not sure what you can do.

excerpt from catalogue essay by Katrina Simmons