The hollow trickster upended, dangling animated in perpetuity wants harvesting. Three Fates: the Spinner, the Snipper, and the Harpy, weave her hair into a storied tapestry of her psychic/filmic roles: Coyote/Collector of Bones, Geppetto/Pinocchio, and the Farmer/Cow. 

Accosted by scale, the trickster is unbridled, nothing can hold her. The puppet is puppeteer. When playfulness disappears, what is left to follow? To be fallowed? 

Film stills, demons, abstracted casts of cryptic anatomy. If recording – caught, suspended, copied faithfully –  is the trickster’s domain, who processes the film? When she makes a painting, who constructs the frame? 

Lust ridden lies the terrain. Quickening, the Lackeys close their fists, tightening their grip. Unsparing, the camera, busted, continues to roll. Geppetto gives birth to herself as Pinocchio. Trauma cooks the soup of steel and lace. Rubbings reveal the markings on her grave. 

Let down your hair so I can tell my story now. 

 — Z Behl, January 2025

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“…Combining the thrill of a rowdy circus-show infused with frisky vaudeville charm and a magical Burning Man-meets-Bread and Puppet edge, “Z Behl: Stand in My Danger” at Pamela Salisbury Gallery is a dynamic aesthetic riot that rips through the psyche and nourishes the soul. With notions of anthropomorphism and “identity as transgression” as playful conceptual threads running through the work, this ambitious solo show features 45 recent artworks by Behl (and her collaborator Kim Moloney, who together go by BALONEY), including installation, videos, sculptures, and paintings…”

- Taliesin Thomas, CHRONOGRAM