Erin Ginty

The earth below the floors of The Stables is damp and never-drying. When I’m there, I think about the underneath: a wet, gooey ecosystem, where clay lives and breathes.


My practice moves across sculpture, video and installation. It seeps through puddles and swampy habitats, tracing flux, and an all-encompassing wetness. I wonder how sinking into the mud of clay, what it is, where it comes from, and alternate ways to collaborate with it, may offer ways for considering our entanglements with the more-than-human.