Morgan Ritter

An assortment of cats are juxtaposed with various neglected 

old bottles and other thoughts, pointed and disheveled. They rest on 

delicate and anti-delicate beanbags in a peach room without a ground. 

Being relaxed, these sculptures are, like people, naturally defiant of 

their objective parameters, and quite possibly about to fall off of 

their chairs, pedestals or trip over a rock during their evening 

walk and fracture their arm. None of these 

thoughts are metaphorical.