Music and rhythm are apparent in the cinematic ebb and flow of Ciolko’s vibrant female papier-mâché torsos. Each painted in armor and each seemingly poised to lift and carry the walls of her studio into the next room. . . or maybe the next continent. It’s clear that these ladies are not standing still, nor are they waiting for someone to open the door for them. Instead, they have the oomph to open their own doors and, more importantly, open doors for others and give those less powerful a gentle push to get them through their next hurdle.