Artist Cal Lane engineers a sculptural collision of the utilitarian and decorative
Cal Lane is not afraid to get her hands dirty—which, in her hairdressing days, occasionally led to admonishments from her boss. Twelve years ago the self-described tomboy traded in her shears for a welding torch, and these days she’s more likely to be found cutting lacy patterns out of rusted steel I beams, like so many paper snowflakes. And while there are some surprising similarities, Lane says, between cutting hair and cutting steel, today she regards her former career with bemusement...
