Natasha Bowdoin



At one point, these cut-paper constructions were fragments of hand-copied text by writers like Melville and Borges; now, Natasha Bowdoin’s “glyphs” (the title of this show) have been formed into illegible amoebalike abstractions. The oddly pleasurable frustration of searching for meaning in these inscrutable collages is like listening to music sung in a language you don’t understand.