artdaily_Cobbing’s sculpture and film play directly with and into each other. Moving and static each time, this work is as descriptive as it is symbolic. The work exemplifies the relationship between sight, touch, and sometimes sound. However awkward and ultimately frustrating, a stumbling attempt at communication is present. From the blank slate on the head, to the book cover in relief, Cobbing’s work is made up of a cycle in which sense and feeling is perpetually reduced and then replenished.

Blinded by clay, immersed, suffocated almost, and yet, however challenged, he, she, or they, are still able to breath. The two people with an angular build-up of mass, are packed into the same rationale and fiction. The distinct feeling is that the further they may go, the more impossible it will be to retain power and character. And yet the film work is not really about the virtuosity of the durational performance. Pushing and pulling, appearing to form a more and more extended body, the build-up seems to mimic the production of material by bees in a hive. We see the rendition, hear the silence, as the distinction between making and finishing never comes to an end.

iCobbing’s sculpture and film play directly with and into each other. Moving and static each time, this work is as descriptive as it is symbolic. The work exemplifies the relationship between sight, touch, and sometimes sound. However awkward and ultimately frustrating, a stumbling attempt at communication is present. From the blank slate on the head, to the book cover in relief, Cobbing’s work is made up of a cycle in which sense and feeling is perpetually reduced and then replenished.

Blinded by clay, immersed, suffocated almost, and yet, however challenged, he, she, or they, are still able to breath. The two people with an angular build-up of mass, are packed into the same rationale and fiction. The distinct feeling is that the further they may go, the more impossible it will be to retain power and character. And yet the film work is not really about the virtuosity of the durational performance. Pushing and pulling, appearing to form a more and more extended body, the build-up seems to mimic the production of material by bees in a hive. We see the rendition, hear the silence, as the distinction between making and finishing never comes to an end.