Gail Wight, Center of Gravity, 2008. Rice paper, Plexiglas, electronics, light, and sound, dimensions variable.

Gail Wight

San Francisco

Patricia Sweetow Gallery

A haunting sadness emanates from the delicate black butterflies in Gail Wight’s J’ai des Papillions tous les jours, even with no understanding of the title. One hundred slender pins hold the wings in place as the glowing bodies pulse with light, their life force apparently helpless, encased in Plexiglas as if on scientific display…see the full review in April’s magazine.