On the second floor of an ancient Bushwick factory, a couple blocks from the Jefferson L train station, chemical reactions are taking place. Found materials, draped in patinas, collide face-first with moments as mediums frozen by flashes of light. Time refracts like a prism in Sheree Hovsepian‘s studio, becoming drawings, sculptures, and assemblages. But, rather than products, Hovsepian’s pieces come to life as she discovers them, experimenting and finding truth in the fast fires of physical work.
