Rosie Ward’s sculptures combine the piercing austerity of neoliberal capital with an insurgent cyberpunk horror. Visceral, speculative, and all the more unique, Ward concocts a virulent image of our world succumb to a runaway cybernetic dread. A world in which our future eschatology has begun to rear its head. Weaving narratives of a screlotic politics, an inert cultural mainframe and a burgeoning crisis of time, Ward’s sculptures are a series of apocalyptic injunctions to the socio-cultural non-place of 21st century capitalism.
