Christine Clark doesn’t like to tell people what her ambiguous-looking sculptures are made of. “Some people think they’re wax,” she says, “and some think they’re soap....” What they’re really made of is cast urethane, a kind of plastic resin. And while that’s not a particularly glamorous material, these diminutive sculptures have charm to burn. They’re lined up in the middle of the gallery, their surfaces smooth, their forms bendy and organic, their hues an earth-toned medley of peach, sage and avocado. Exactly what these abstract forms look like is hard to say, but birds, flowers, dildos and miniature brontosauri come to mind. Although the installation would have benefited from more dramatic lighting, the sculptures nevertheless exude an impish, insouciant wit—and, more plainly, they’re just damned cute. Through Aug. 3.
122 NW 8th Ave.