The figures are in congregation with each other. In the first room, they are my size or smaller; when I turn into the second room, I can feel my eyelids stretch to accommodate the monumental scale. Up close, I see the Frankenstein bits that coalesce to form a whole. It is impossible for me to understand whether I am looking at something that has eroded or is coming into being.
I’m a fan of Huma Bhabha’s work, and of course it’s dangerous to meet a hero and ask for answers. The questions embedded in this work, its elusiveness, and its multiple-things-at-once quality form its living heart. We spoke about her current show, Welcome . . . to the one who came, at David Zwirner’s Chelsea and Upper East Side galleries.