A fury of hands and feet encircle a loom’s spinning wheel, harnessed in motion yet quickening out of control. Blurs of bright clashes: mechanism and the softness of sinews amid marbled weaves of pinks, purples, static white. Upward Through The Ceiling, an exhibition of new woven works by Swedish artist Linnéa Sjöberg, is a reclamation of self, and a tangled pursuit to disambiguate body from labor, body from object.

Once a vessel for performative research—career woman, viking weaver, tattoo artist—Sjöberg mercilessly took on new identities, while also deconstructing personal archive and the detritus of memory. A stark departure from these dueling practices, suspended works squarely disembody persona and confront identity from within.