If the logic and proportion of objects known to us no longer works, there are usually few new perspectives for their function in the cosmos of our everyday life. These are items you'll find in a variety, not just on the roadsides of North America or on abandoned land in Massachusetts. They fit into the course of our daily rhythm and form the relics of a past life. As silent protagonists, our gaze rarely touches in the casualness of a moment. A moment that once again causes us to slightly shift the presence of its aura. It is this small shift in perspective that makes the things of the banal and chaotic world around us so poetically alien in Sarah Braman's sculptures yet incorporating a familiar feeling. A feeling to know her.