By Skye Sherwin
New Art Centre, Roche Court, Wiltshire
Skulls carry meteorites, fingers weigh fate on scales, and telescopes point to mysteries in the Irish sculptor's fascinating contemplation of mortality, symbolism and belief
Two bronze fingers turn slowly on an old pair of scales. Like everything else in Glance, Irish artist Dorothy Cross's new show at Roche Court sculpture park, digits hang in the balance. Life offsets death, the cosmic is pitted against the terrestrial, the supernatural shines in something as basic and bodily as a ring of soap scum around a bath. In fact, the grease that once lined the massive, thickly rusted tub, salvaged by the artist and placed here on the flagstone floor of the old orangery, has been preserved as powdered gold, the mysterious residue of unknown lives.