November 18 - December 24, 2005
The constructions of Atlanta
sculptor Anne Cox hang in the gallery like icons in a chapel.
The surfaces shimmer, the saints open their arms, and the characters
act out stories. But the tales in these works are more personal.
Full of jokes, warnings and dreams, these are intimate legends
in solid form, created by the artist to commemorate saving moments
and to deal with trouble. Some are shields against making the
same mistake twice. Some are celebrations of surviving something
terrible. One is a glittering spiral that's about the seasons
flying past. There's even a door into the beautiful night world
of moths. "We all need tools of power to call on when times
are hard," the artist says, "so I make them."