Dual ornate black doors, salvaged and framed in fire-engine red, create a portal to a land of enchantment, mystery, and danger. Wedged between them, a glossy cobalt-blue pod swells like an egg, a heart, or something yet to be defined. All the while, its form is blocking passage even as it invites it. What’s on the other side of Davingy’s “The Brutality of Fact”? Only one who has experienced it can explain.
$53,500* installation not included