Katherine Aungier. Pip-Squeak

About

The world of lavender, red, blue, and pink speaks of the golden hour right before nighttime.  Blue and violet surfaces draped throughout the space are the same colors of the Rhododendron - fragrant clusters and evergreens against the side of my house growing up, tendering me hope. 
The scale shifts within this show are wide in their range making us seem giant or little. I am into what they call the golden hour and, in general, transition times throughout the course of the day.  The caress through the moon and the wave of your breath,  your body continues in the moonlight flowing and drops like a little seed into the depths of your sediment. She stays there growing illuminating soft light. Confidently knowing that this reality is always present within you.

Has a lie been told to you that you are a loser? Take a rest. Here is a room of self-reliance in the small. 
A strong arm squeezing the lemon that pushes out the seed.  A space is squeezed out, made of water, color, wood and a feathers. Water brings forth the knowing of ocean with the moon high up in the sky.

Cross this threshold into space of moments. 
Has there been a force when the world tried to make you small or takes knocks to keep you down?  We like the small and put your feet up. Throughout Pip-Squeak works are flat or shallow in form, they bring in an energy, of sexuality, Venus and volume to create an ample place.