Corydon Cowansage’s disembodied forms evoke a sense of discomfort, stimulation, buoyancy, the maternal, and the sublime. Her fibrous shapes are suspended within the frame, forming a harnessed restraint that interacts with the wavy and bent bodies, as they come to a sharp, tantalizing point. There is a moment of pain, both uncomfortable and awkward, as plump, fleshy forms contort themselves into configurations or stretch out to just barely graze each other’s tingling tips.

These articulations of structures sometimes find themselves duplicated, whether by a conscious decision or complete coincidence. The viewer is only allotted a particular crop of this vision, generating further delusions about the spatial nature of these objects, as they perpetually float and meld together within the confines of the substrate.