Kendra Frorup’s “Melody in the Men’s Room” (2010) sees an old, polished brass handrail becomes the amplifier of the most contrarily inconspicuous-yet-sizeable music box many of us will ever have the pleasure to encounter. The tubing of the handrail becomes a megaphone for the delicate mechanisms of a tiny coconut-rose ballerina perched lightly atop its surface. There is a deftness and sophistication with which she repurposes – or rather, reinvigorates – these found pieces of material from the mundane to the magical.