Nancy Cohen builds steel skeletal sculptural bodies that have ethereal volumetric outgrowths. It is reminiscent of early Giacometti in how the form seems to follow the trajectory of a bouncing ball tracing the movement in steel. Cohen's sculpture, however, doesn't lie there as plaintively or as grotesquely; there is humor and a light touch of joy prevails. The artist's forms seem part organic and bodily, but also mime banal objects that seem unmentionable because I'm not sure they have a name.