Sophie Hirsch, "Untitled 5" (2015)

Sophie Hirsch, “Untitled 5” (2015) (all photos by the author unless noted otherwise)

It doesn’t take much for an abstract arrangement of shapes to look like a face. There are Tumblr, Twitter, and Instagram feeds devoted to this phenomenon, which is formally known as “pareidolia.” While looking at Sophie Hirsch‘s solo show Autokorrekt at Brooklyn’s Signal gallery last weekend — which features intensely sensual abstract sculptures made of silicone, plaster, resin, Plexiglas, bubble wrap, and other hardware store supplies — I got an acute pang of pareidolia from two pieces made from molds of peeled pomegranates.

Sophie Hirsch, “Untitled 1” (2015) (click to enlarge)

The objects — one a hydrocal plaster pile of the small, pockmarked, and scaly balls (“Untitled 5,” 2015, at top), the other a leaning plinth of sleek black marble whose underside is filled with pomegranate clusters (“Untitled 1,” 2015, directly above) — immediately conjured tumor-like accumulations of mutant faces. Some are smiling, others seem to be melting away or collapsing, others still have monstrous excesses of eyes, mouths, and noses. They look like the cast-off experiments of an aspiring Dr. Frankenstein, crumpled up and tossed in a pile. I kept expecting them to break into song, like the chorus in some science fiction musical. The sculptures’ irrepressible anthropomorphism brought to mind movies and artworks of a decidedly more figurative, fantastic sort.

Giuseppe Arcimboldo, “Tierra” (“Earth”) (1566) (via Wikimedia Commons)

Nicole Eisenman, “From Success to Obscurity” (2004)

Detail of “Christ’s Descent into Hell” (circa 1550–60) by a follower of Hieronymus Bosch (Harris Brisbane Dick Fund, 1926, Metropolitan Museum of Art, via Wikimedia Commons)

A scene from ‘The Nightmare Before Christmas’ (1993) (gif via Dark Pieces of Me/Tumblr)

A scene from ‘Total Recall’ (1990) (via Death the high cost of living./Tumblr)

I can’t look at Hirsch’s sculptures anymore without seeing dozens of tiny faces staring back at me, mouths agape, as if they’re about to speak.

Sophie Hirsch’s Autokorrekt continues at Signal (260 Johnson Avenue, Bushwick, Brooklyn) through April 26.

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