The very first thing one encountered upon entering “Mid-Sentence,” Nina Canell’s recent solo exhibition, was a nail. It was embedded in the gallery wall, but instead of having been hammered in, the nail’s sharp point faced out, toward the viewer. A few more nails loosely hung from its tip, creating a fragile chain. They were held together by a magnetic forceinvisible, but powerfulthat permeated their little “bodies” with a flow of energy.
The works of the Swedish-born, Berlin-based artist allow the viewer to perceive normally imperceptible dimensions of realitynot only flows of