Osmosis’s sculptures are cobbled of fractured analogies for how materially removed we have become from the object world’s formerly resistant, concrete reality, and how the artist as scavenger of such a phenomenological ruin can imagine their version of what might be called a funky genre stability. Despite his works seeming at first to be composed of whimsical and fleeting non sequiturs, Osmosis is a profoundly considerate artist who exerts an uncanny capacity to make his ostensibly ersatz sculptures stick in one’s poetic recesses as substantially specific objects.