The work of British sculptor Richard Hughes begins where the lifecycles of most commodities end: in piles of rubbish (“My formative years,” he has said, “were spent in a car park.”). After cruising abandoned trash and street detritus, he typically casts his finds in fiberglass and finally paints the surfaces. Often, the results have a quirky yet deeply expressive anthropomorphism, as if animate life were rising from the urban ruins.