Unidentified Fabulating Object

India Boxall

10 - 26 April 2026

Private view: 9 April, 6-8pm

Horsepower is pleased to present Unidentified Fabulating Object, a solo exhibition of new work by India Boxall, bringing together sculpture, drawing, textile and moving image.

For Boxall, the moth represents the duality of all things in this earthly realm. It is a delicate creature with beautiful wings but also a diabolical nocturnal beast that leaves a powdery trace on everything it touches. For millions of years it has navigated by moonlight. The trouble for the moth is that its inner compass is just as drawn to the lamp on Boxall's desk as it is to the moon above us.

Boxall moves effortlessly between the cosmic and the personal. Her work begins in the autoethnographic and reaches outward into networks we are all already part of but have learnt not to notice. The handmade and the galactic collapse into one another gleefully.

She grew up in a house filled with her mechanic father's car parts and her mother's costume work for theatre, with its painstaking detail made for stages where the audience sits too far away to fully appreciate it. That gap between effort and visibility, between the intimate and the monumental, is something Boxall finds endlessly interesting. Knitting, for Boxall, is a kind of thinking. Layer by layer, knowledge and memory and relationship all intermeshing in the same gesture.

She picks car parts up off the road, small treasures no one else would see value in. They are artefacts of deep time, not ancient but already becoming obsolete. We're at a strange tense moment, she says, where the clunky and the seamless exist side by side, where the dirt of the exhaust is still present even as technology becomes frictionless and silent and slick.

Running through all of it is Boxall's sense that we are already antennae, that transmission is woven into the fabric of how we've always built and moved and lived: from the spires of Glasgow reaching up to the heavens to the phone in your pocket shooting frequencies into space. We are flesh and bone but also internet, inhabiting a space beyond the three-dimensional that we can feel but can't fully see, part of a web of connections that extends far beyond what we're able to articulate.