The figures in her works are shown alone, each one’s private darkness bespeaking an emptiness inside which they sit, and which also sits inside them. The light of the homescreen is a poor substitute for the light of the sun; no one seems well. At the same time, the grids form a kind of game board, a hopscotch of recognition and chagrin, participation and inner conflict, beauty and rage — a flash of engagement not unlike the dopamine hit that comes from a like. Far from attempting to scold or resolve the situation, Spears simply deeply notices it, and saves it as a chronicle of this time in history. — Shana Nys Dambrot, Los Angeles 2024
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