Wet Matter
solo exhibition at e.s.r. May 9 - May 30, 2026
Kayle holds a UV flashlight in the desert at night to see scorpions. She follows stinging nettle to the mouth of a cave. We arrive at the edge of a flooded river bank. There is continuity in deep currents; symmetry underlies watery chaos. We name its movements and rename them. Violets were once catalogued as blue. The rockface erodes from rain over thousands of years. We empty ourselves into the pool. Water falls into water. The world warm with desire. The world an ever-living fire. Sand clings to wet hands and dries out the mouth. Insects see patterns invisible to the human eye. The connections make themselves.
-Grace Mitchell
