In her loft studio, the sun didn't rise so much as it staged an entrance. It slashed through the massive industrial windows, hitting the dust motes dancing in the air, turning the room into a cathedral of gold and shadow. Carla sat up in bed, her hair a tangled mane of copper wire, and squinted.
At its heart, the "Carla" piece addresses the fragmentation of the modern psyche. The artwork does not merely represent a figure; it interrogates the act of representation itself. Carla Piece Of Art
