In Evil Candy No. 2., sharp spikes of hard-edged silver pierce the soft glossy blackness of a hybrid, pulsing organ, neither fully human nor mechanical. Knife-edged, veiny chains slice and constrict the throbbing mass, binding the two forms together in endless torment. However, as their movement continues, the viewer becomes less and less certain of assumed relationships between disparate objects, materials, and textures. Cold metal seems to undulate in tandem with elastic gleaming darkness. Metal spikes ripple and dance, even as they stab. The sinister and the beautiful reveal themselves as one and the same. Perhaps the most emotionally resonant of Pagano’s works, the organism adapts and lives on, even as it is pierced.