There's something nice about the way the wax has evolved, spun off the wheels and onto the wall. Burning rubber has been metaphorically displaced by wax, a measure of time, certainly as candles and encaustic paintings are concerned. A central axis... Elements of the studio or the narrative given by other elements (the handbag or popcorn displacement) take me away from the revery of really nice work (like the multilayered wax sculptures on both wall and floor). I'd rather not have my nose rubbed in shit, if even aesthetically. I get that speed is of the essence and that accidents happen, but I'm looking for determined intentionality especially as it applies to some of the really nice layered works in this show. What we experience here in terms of visual alchemy pairs and reflects nicely with the audio elements that immerse the installation. Low and high frequencies (again, speed) permeate and percolate without ever resolving into a coherent image, at least not anyone I can place immediately. As such, and again, I can do without the concrete references that narrow my view but for no discernible value other than to demonstrate the terror of the crossroads or perhaps the transition between abstract and concrete reference. We are always reinventing the wheel. The question remains here, to what end? Nice job bringing a third sense into the room; the candle aromas are effective in complicating what could otherwise be construed as ruinous, new age aesthetics.