The incidental geometry of Claire de Jong’s sculpture is planed to an absolute smoothness and covers an armature of seething chaos that could break through at any moment.

Mirrors, milk bottles, stuffed toys, frames & furniture are subsumed into the cool, deceptively calm geometry of white structures that resemble nothing so much as space collapsed into solid form: the interior of a simple village church or whitewashed convent shrunken until it can be shrunken no longer, yet still standing, its windows become mirrors, still opening outward to give an eye onto the soul.