I approached Rashelle Roos's gilded parlor - of overstuffed arm (and leg) chairs. Set up like a theatrical tableau, Roos stuffs pantyhose to create bulbous anthropomorphic furniture—a life-sized chandelier, coffee table, paintings, sofa—laced with wigs and hair pieces. The result is a spectacle that repels and attracts. Its materials and surfaces invite a lingering gaze yet its intestinal abjectness prompt one to question who inhabits this domestic interior. The sagging, imperfect qualities of the forms nod to the aging process and perhaps the domicile of fallen beauty…. —Julie Rodrigues Widholm
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